Nine Eleven
An afternoon of dark flowers.
Werner told me,
there were bad men in flight.
Then we sat in a broken circle,
as if the air was forbidden
with stopped time,
the room choked with dust.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2016
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