that's mrs. mediocrity to you

i went to bed for week
and the world changed colors

yes, of course, i know its autumn
only it isn’t, quite

and all i’m really trying to say
is we forget again and again and again

to notice the magic all around us
blooming right beneath our hurried feet

as we focus on the fresh vines of ugliness
winding their way up twisted ankles

when what we need is to pay our heart’s attention
to the desperate grand finality of fall

…

twenty-four years later
that’s what we call it

not nine eleven oh one
not September 11, 2001
just
nine eleven

two words

three digits

two towers

four planes

thousands

of

mothers
fathers
daughters
sons
sisters
brothers
wives
husbands
aunts
uncles
girlfriends
boyfriends

not statistics

falling

from

the

sky

not dates
or where were you’s

just whole hearts
in odd numbers

each one

the only necessary

evidence

of love

::

.

.

I wrote this for the 10-year anniversary
of this tragic, horrid event.

I am re-posting it again today, in honor of all those hearts.

Never forget.

.

there are no rules
for endings and beginnings

just food for thought
or wasted flavor

and it’s the light
begging shadow for definition

that makes you hungry
for the agony of full

…