What’s that odd rumbling?
A vintage streetcar rounds Church.
I look up. Day. Made.
-Matt Foley (Train #162 [1914 SF])

sixty, three children
I caught a glimpse of his life
after injury
- EP

Harmonic heaven.
A man, his voice and guitar
Serenades us all.
-Matt Foley (Train #1426)

bus to the de Young?
civil servant grunts “out front”
but which side of street?

Driver on cell phone
stink-eyes me upon boarding
Sure…give her a raise

Ran to catch the ten
Got in, sat down, until told
I was on thirty.
–EP