[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.

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~ by jonlib on September 11, 2007.

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