Sunday, January 19, 2014

Pittsburgh




I am flying over Pittsburgh
Late on an autumn afternoon

I didn’t expect to be here
The Allegheny, Monongahela, Ohio

Below me
Snow on Grant Street’s red bricks

It all comes rushing up
And I can only wait

For flight
To flee the chilling memory

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