What we owe the future
is not a new start, for we can only begin
with what has happened. We owe the future
the past, the long knowledge
that is the potency of time to come.
That makes of a man’s grave a rich furrow.
Insufficient Tranquility
When will the surface still?
When will the fire die,
When will we scrape the wound clean,
When will things be the same again?
Where I Was When I Realized What Had Happened
In a stadium on the flight path to the airport
planes descending during the game
my home town high school championship game
turning down for final approach
their engines running up slightly
watching every single one until they headed away
it was 2004.
September 11 project blog by Amalie Flynn
http://septembereleventh.wordpress.com
Wish I had found this project, blog, journal, or whatever you want to call it by Amalie Flynn a year ago so that I could have read the posts “in real time.” Flynn is a military spouse and also has a poetry blog called Wife and War.
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