Pittsburgh

Through these streets
Rush hours lasting
Most of the day
Forgetting to look up
From our books
Or phones
or
The inside of so many
Eyelids shut
And keeping
Monologues internal,
To wonder
the narrative:
Hinting at something that must
Be more

These streets and
Buildings
Just as these people
Speaking-
A silent story
And I'm not sure which;
I want to know more

The plaster shadows
Cast high up on
Outside walls that once were
Inside
(or)
The shadows cast low
On a tired face
That once was beautiful-

both
as each has and tells
Silent stories
And each is
Beautiful
As its passage
Through time
is
wordless