On That Day

A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly

The towers, a matched set, an invincible imprint

set against an Atlantic horizon,

immovable steel hemmed in by city planning.

Streets, vendors, subway lines, muggers,

offices, traffic lights, and schools.

Bipeds, quadrapeds, and no-peds.

Planes like arrows fly and pierce;

flames like wicked wings beat the air, and then they fall—

one by one, two with hands linked.

Silent the fall, inferno above and beyond

an innocent blue.

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wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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3 Responses to On That Day

  1. nutsfortreasure says:

    Since that day, as my brothers birthday rolls in on the same day, I close my eyes and pray for peace. I never want to see another news story on it. It was a horrible day for us but our country thinks we should do it to others, pretty disgusting for them to think we are better than all the rest

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