Just Another Day At the Beach
9/11, so long ago now.
The towers forever falling,
yet we the young
play beach volley ball
on the Jersey shore
and have no history to trouble us.
This calendar red-letter day
slips by us mostly unnoticed.
Our parents mention it
over breakfast coffee.
Old people just can’t let go of the past.
They keep seeing the planes
the falling bodies, the flames,
the terrible mouth clogging ash.
We think they should get out more,
play a little beach volley ball.
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