If you ride a trolley long enough you’ll come to the end of the line. You can then remember the sights and stops, the riders that come and go. Maybe trouble on the line, cross words or banter, perchance the frozen grim look of out-of-sorts folks. Perhaps that little girl with lollipop all over her face. But search the faces–all of them–whose do you want to see?
poppinjays alight
the limb too weak to support
night slides into day



ibited qualities that are the opposite of Christlike.

I didn’t know until I looked it up that a federal law allows waitpersons to be paid only half the minimum wage. The restaurant owners must have a powerful lobby, because The Trump Labor Department now wants to give control of waitpersons’ tips to their bosses. It’s one of Trump’s vengeful moves to undo Obama’s safeguards. Oh wait–Trump owns restaurants too, doesn’t he.