Monday, March 11, 2002


a flickering lamp -- it feels like just the day before yesterday and yet somehow also 5 years ago. . .

if i turn my head and look out the window behind me, i see the two beams merge into one. as the world trade center itself was once the night-light in my living room, now the memorial pillar of light -- slender, cold, endlessly reaching to the heavens -- breaks against my window glass. they stand out from all the other city lights mostly by their pale, fading height.

today the sky was as blue and clear as on that day. the mayor dedicated the remainder of the dented fountainhead in the park. it is inevitable that this will slide into a historical curiousity, that there will be a day when it feels as remote and meaningless as the sinking of the luisitania. this is perhaps the deepest sorrow, that people may forget. . .


so you should view this fleeting world:

a star at dawn

a bubble in a stream

a flash of lightning in a summer cloud

a flickering lamp

a phantom

and a dream.


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