[poem:] September 11th (2007)
September 11th, 2007
escaped me untill 4:00 p.m.
I woke up late and haggling with the snooze
took off, licked through some books at home,
and shopped, infringed a couple ©’s online
and cursed myself for eliding the used
bookstore down the street.
I celebrated my new purchases
with a double cap and raspberry
cream muffin, which together cost
enough to make me rueful.
I walked past many pretty coeds
in their skirts and pockets, making greedy
eye-contact, excruciating posture,
and searched endlessly for keys.
Finally, I heard about the vigils and memorials
at four on NPR, behind the wheel in the expensive lot
where three hale gulls like memories
of mold-grey seas sunk slowly through formaldehyde
in the collection jar of sky
and I recalled Newtonian masses that we watched
careening down the blackboard along dotted
lines in Physics class, the day we turned around
to just-installed TVs where two familiar towers
took a diver’s nervous breath, and dropped.