Found poem
On the way to work
he heard the reports.
Commuter plane makes mistake.
He walked out of the parking garage,
something was missing.
Oh, it was a piece of his nation’s heart,
a piece of pride,
gone.
This couldn’t be an accident,
especially after that second plane hit
now we are missing even more.
Even more pride, symbolism, and worst of all,
loved ones.
he couldn’t get in touch with his wife. Panic.
No phone service, no way to escape it.
September 11.
He can’t hear my wife on the other end of the phone,
only screams, cries, and sirens.
Lives are changed now, people aren’t the same.
All he is missing are the buildings, but others are missing
loved ones, spouses, fathers, mothers.
From now on
every single day
he wonders,
“is today safe?”
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