Tram

Check meters for the right level of glow

My art tram’s black chassis its fairy lights

A galaxy to Bundoora by night,

Tutti frutti to Toorak when day shows.

Hundreds of handwritten pentameters

My art tram lends unrehearsed free verse zoom room:

An Ode to Moreland, Moonee Ponds Pantoums,

Prose verse by pros, doggerel by amateurs.

Herewith an A1 AI day tripper

My art tram is a cicada on wheels

Zinging its heart out down to St. Kilda.

When not running off the rails up in Kew

My art tram is an ant running deals,

Songlines it dreams about work me, hold you.