nine one one
Tuesday, i awoke to horror and spent the day in tears
suicidal assassins had lived among us
for more than a year
yesterday's anger and shock are gone.
Family, all accounted for, have been in touch.
missing friends, unreachable, have reappeared.
i have so few, they mean so terribly much.
my heart is so very grateful.
yet pain prevails, yet fear
how do we heal
such an unimaginable world?
September 13, 2001
Neo Akuaba Shield, kiln cast glass, Akua Lezli Hope, 2001
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