I ride the Monongahela Incline to the mountaintop
I am from, conquer my fear of heights,
and dance the dark sky away.
A phoenix sheds a tear as I stop for repair
of chalk variables under cabinet
of dark sky at noon.
Are you Baltimore Oriole or Pirate?
Sail through Pittsburgh glass and steel.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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