The girl stood on the Running board of the Afternoon cable car Running from California To Chinatown and Mason. One skinny hand Bird-wristed, held onto The slick brass pole Where other hands Had grabbed before her Leaving fragments of Filth and dreams Of life in the City. The other waved free In the marine layer breeze One dainty 9 year old foot Stood planted on the slim Platform, the other she Let swing freely almost Skating the ground Wearing out the gum Soles of her flimsy Canvas shoes. As the old streetcar Pulled up California. Her parents stood in front Of her, not looking behind To see their precious child Recklessly enjoying the ride. She got more daring Leaning her body weight Out Held in place only By her fingers and a wobbly Foot that searched for Purchase on the slender Worn down stander's only Perch, climbing uphill. I am a kill joy. I wanted to yell at her "Careful, girl! You might fall! What seems fun now Won't be fun when you Slip Under the wheels of A streetcar named Desire for Recklessness Tumbling downhill Forever climbing upwards Trying to reach safety Once more, but always Dedicated to tasting Danger Out of the view Of those who Love you. You might find That freedom Is a fine Sensation But falling Ain't much fun At all. Walking up this Hill On my own two feet Watching people Skate upwards Should be Warning enough To hold on tight. Once you fall off You are not getting Back on the Ride. I see my fellow Streetcar surfing Sisters Letting that perfect Note of rebellion Sting on the foggy Breeze And know a life Spent safely Sitting Watching the ride Not participating Is not For girls like us At all. But sisters, Beware This hill is steep And tall.