September 9/11
Off to work, traffic heavy at seven am
burp of cereal a signal of what’s to come?
Elevator’s crowded, coffee hot and
Sally is pregnant, New York’s
North Tower accepts another day
work pile awaits, sun bright Tower Two
shimmers in glorious splendor.
Then the unthinkable, from the street
an imposing view, something
causes an explosion. A bomb? A plane?
Strumming feet are hasty on the stairwells
rushing down and down, not knowing
why, just move quickly to safety
all the time captive victims face flames
on the top floor, awake to
the crackle of approaching death
cell-phone cries of love to distant homes
families listen in terror, sad thoughts
memories of precious voices, and
a pair of shoes found at ground zero
escape not complete without its passenger.
© Richard L. Provencher
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Richard’s first Poetry Chapbook “In the Light of Day” is available from Mercutio Press: www.mercutiopress.com. He believes writing is a global adventure, a journey without borders. As a member of the Writers’ Federation of Nova Scotia, you can visit his web page at: www.writers.ns.ca He is happy being part of life, to sing and dance, thankful in his faith and to WRITE. Richard wishes God’s blessings on everyone!