market morning
with echoes
of harley engines
after the sparkles
comes the rain
new york
sunday morning
happy to be out of the rain
under the FDR
express way
to community
communal activity
and the local fixings for an aces dinner

#9/11. wtc tonight

September 11, 2010

void spaces
still exist above
hallowed ground
and money maker
the ghosts are as rife
as the politicians stench
is ripe and rises high to fill
the void spaces

feel the tears well again
the truth sparkles
a fountain

There is a siren
And a shoe
Down out
Thru smoke and a lying
clear blue sky
Keeping pace with its owner
As we plummet
Through fear to find
The rest
Of all our Earth.

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