everything has a first time
even a streetcar ride between us
in New Orleans


andouille breeze
and ivy-crusted trees
as overhung as we
surely just as happy though
as we

struggling into hotels
city refuge from the humid air
or walking out into it
just to feel why people live here
why they have a right unto it
involved with summer
always in a love affair

you sitting in the driver's seat
on St. Charles Avenue
and all your face's perfect curves
reflected in that window
with the palms
and crooked doorways
flying by
and sometimes waving back

i loved your thoughtful gaze
still keep it in my pockets
take it out and love it over on the harder days

N O Streetcar