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9/11: Day Three Hundred Sixty One

And the first responders dug, Dug into the dust and rubble, Each scoop of a shovel, A possible answer.

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Sixty

Because that was the question, In the days that followed, as I Walked around that city, seeing The signs posted everywhere, With pictures of smiling faces, Of the people lost, lost in the rubble, Covered by metal and dust and … Continue reading

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Fifty Nine

And I remember emailing people, People I used to know, who lived, Lived far away from this, asking Them, please, to please call them, My parents and tell them, I am alive.

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Fifty Eight

But my telephone Did not work.

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Fifty Seven

Later, when I finally got there, Back to my apartment on 79th Street, When I turned my key in a lock, and Found my dog, waiting for me, found Everything just as it was before, And I tried to call … Continue reading

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Fifty Six

In some way, 9/11 is that, For me, a series of connections And disconnections, of telephone Calls, the ones that went through, And the ones that did not.

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Fifty Five

And, then, I was back on a street, Walking now, walking all the way Uptown, all those blocks up, All the way uptown.

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Fifty Four

I followed him across the street And up a fire escape, a metal Ladder, up the side of a building Through a window, into an office, Where I called, called my mother, Called her and told her, I am still … Continue reading

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Fifty Three

And I followed him, This man I did not know, A man who picked me up, After, after I fell down.

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9/11: Day Three Hundred Fifty Two

He was saying how, how it was An advertising company, how He knew someone, someone Who worked there, how it was Empty, but how, how it had A telephone I could use.

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