by Jerry Ratch
I can feel the souls
of those who perished
here
They're still here
like old kites
hanging in the sky
tattered, but they
won't come down
or can't come down
just yet
because they haven't
fulfilled their
unborn promises
to the sky
that was so full of
reason and light
and reason
and faith
and hope for the
future of mankind
6/7/10, NYC
WTC
at Broadway
as the Wall Street
hordes keep
streaming toward
the PATH
underground
going home
to New Jersey
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walking beside the WTC site at rush hour
Thanks for your report on "the souls / of those who perished" there. I haven't visited NYC since before that fateful day. Yes, their "reason / and faith / and hope for the / future of mankind" remains unfulfilled.
Love the image of 'old kites/hanging in the sky/tattered'. Beautiful. Peace...
Nice poem.
Thanks, J., Linda, and Matt!
Liked your poem.
Thank you, Gloria!