9:03am
Like a contact lens on a very nearsighted cornea
smoothes out the rough edges of sight,
We see a magnifying glass with reflections
of the past, broken and shattered
The center of a city with images and visions
of innocent lives lost
with a completed 168-piece puzzle destroyed
a devastating reality spreads darkness to many
we remember the pain and suffering of a
city in chaos on a normal day that
turned out to be everything but normal.
Copyright © Shelly Forshee | Year Posted 2008
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