Sunday, March 28, 2010

Written under the 33rd street tressel.

Written under the rail bridge just prior
To its crossing the Allegheny
Is a certain expression
Of uncertain direction.

Like 'Do not enter' or 'Host to the angels'
Words reveal the historic
ache of people between places.

Hopes deride, the language sustains,

You approach, it's there, a debauched welcome.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Do you live in Pittsburgh? Allegheny river and bridge...