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bitter confusion
a cup of coffee
waiting
for clouds to clear on a clear day
momentarily
until they reappear
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the empty cup
sitting cold
waiting again
to find nothing there
awake or still asleep
insecurity blankets a silent morning
_ _
the drive to work
the workday
the drive home
still faces
blank time
floating moments in silent skies
?
the evening sun fades on the horizon
of a day that ends
with recurring bytes
of tuesday morning seared
into a consciousness
in mourning
” “
awakened
by
a
cup
once
full
…
About the Poem: Fractured, confused, blank – these words describe my recollection of the events of September 11, 2001 as they unfolded for me, like many Americans, on television on what should have been an ordinary workday.
Just as unforgettable was the clear sense that the American conscience too was punctuated with profound change.
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