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  • The following poem was written days after 9.11.01 and is about the day before, during and after 9-11. This was after I had seen the world trade center burn mere blocks from where I stood, during the second week of college. I was 17 years old. The photo was taken by me in Union Square days after.



    A new beginning, life as elder
    A day as warm as it was tender
    A day like all the other days
    Meaning, we did not change our ways
    Yet it was last of days like these
    Past ten, from our feet to our knees.


    The first few hours of this day
    Deceive us, in so many ways
    For they were calm, quiet, and clear
    Not warning us of what was near
    All eyes, for the first time were turned
    One way, in which the sky was burned
    Surreal, a movie filmed in hell
    A precise push, the city fell
    Stone, once easy on the eyes
    Now in our lungs, causing our cries.


    Breathing the crumbled city still
    Stronger than stone was our own will
    Never have we been void or scared
    But for this, no one prepared
    Ghosts on the ground, once people in the sky
    Now return upward, yet still asking why.


    Week 23 of 52 - Story a Week in 2014
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