powdered streets
at her feet
neckties like flags
wave desperately
without answers
as he stabs her heart
crushing her form
bringing her to her knees
then she cries
with a plea that
he not forget her
Written 10/2001
Posted by ruth at December 10, 2004 02:25 PM
Comments
Thank you for reminding us....
As a child, I grew up with the towers erection, saw the shadow of tightrope performer Phillppe Petite as he walked between them. As a teenager, visited the roof many times, like the kids here visit beaches and malls, emerging from the labrynith of train tunnels below, and riding in those escalators and elevators shoulder to shoulder with those suits. As an adult, celebrated in Windows, with my friend Setrak, who designed the interior.
So, years later, In Hawaii, to have seen the images of those bodies falling and then read how even the scrap metal languished and was shipped to India is very hard to bear.
Posted by: Mike Shiroma on December 13, 2004 08:26 PM
As a child, I grew up with the towers erection, saw the shadow of tightrope performer Phillppe Petite as he walked between them. As a teenager, visited the roof many times, like the kids here visit beaches and malls, emerging from the labrynith of train tunnels below, and riding in those escalators and elevators shoulder to shoulder with those suits. As an adult, celebrated in Windows, with my friend Setrak, who designed the interior.
So, years later, In Hawaii, to have seen the images of those bodies falling and then read how even the scrap metal languished and was shipped to India is very hard to bear.
Posted by: Mike Shiroma on December 13, 2004 08:26 PM
Hey Mike - Powerful memories. Thanks for sharing.
-Ruth
Posted by: ruth on December 21, 2004 04:59 PM
-Ruth
Posted by: ruth on December 21, 2004 04:59 PM
