Tuesday, September 13, 2011

the day after

on 9/11, in the wake of the list they read at Ground Zero

All the names, thousands of them,

float from lips like promises



remembered as if spoken

with last acts or pictured in ten year old

photos held,

that final embrace

that wasn't meant to be final then,

but a promise for the next

kiss or the next picture or the next

bulletin life delivers.

Imagined now, those moments

guide us, bracket ordinary promises

they mean to keep.

B. Koplen 9/12/11

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