Our son, Eric, and his wife lived and worked in NYC in 2001. He wrote these poems in the days following 9/11.
Bus Poems
The sky is blue,
and the bus is crowded.
A woman in black gets on, pays, argues with the driver,
and leaves.
Beautiful people walk beautiful dogs.
Cel phones ring and everybody reaches.
I am grateful today for all the things I hate about New York.
There is a gray smudge on the horizon,
and no traffic.
Everyone stares at the emptiness,
calibrating it.
Metal grates are down,
and I realize I have never seen a Starbucks closed in daylight.
Sirens wail on dust covered cars bringing names to mind,
did I check with him? Where does she work?
How many degrees am I removed from someone buried?
I thank God for every human voice.
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