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
remembered
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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