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Andreas Gripp, CA
 

 

 

 

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September 11th

 

When we set
a date
for coffee,
you picked Thursday,
September 11th;

and now I don't think
of espressos,
of bagels or a patio chat,
only airplanes exploding,
towers imploding,
a war on terror
launched.

I want my eleventh
of September back,
without the carnage
that now comes with it.

I want its return
as a late summer day,
with a sun that warms our arms
still bared
by breezy, short-sleeved shirts,

with the kids settled in at school,
first-week jitters all behind,

a time to stroll
through country fairs,
red and yellow
coding games of chance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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