The 9/11 Stairwell

My words become a chant,“Follow in single line,We’ll all get out together,One step at a time.” Choking smoke thickens,The walls close in,A darkness squeezes the light,No sun to shine again. We stop to the rumbling,From above comes falling clutter,Sounds reach ever closer,Our stairs groan a shudder. One falls, then another,As I yell to go faster,IContinue reading “The 9/11 Stairwell”

The Final Winter

I’ve come upon empty benches,A scattering of voices and dreams,Once filled with people in love,Now empty; burned black,Sitting sorely in pools of sooty water. Winter’s ice burned the benches,Scorching the plantings’ blooms,Each struggling for a spurt of growth,Colorful roses of red and yellow,Begging for a sliver of sun. I pray for one more day,A green-stemmedContinue reading “The Final Winter”