Pittsburgh 10

We are waiting,

the river and I

to get acquainted

There have been days

of temptation when I

wanted to take the

steps and go down

Walk by its side, all the

way to the prison, that

stands waiting and weary,
if I trek long enough with

an enthusiastic friend

The intimidation is not

from the bars, not even

the cold, although one

morning, pausing on the bridge,

I prayed for the glitter of

sun on its grey stillness

But no, not for this river

the religion that makes

water pompous in

some familiar lands

It has turned into a recluse

content to wash away

this jaded baggage of  turmoil.