Tuesday, September 11, 2012

September 11, 2012


















GROUND ZERO, YEAR TWO
Antonia Felix

In the beginning the hole
was darkness as solid as rock,
rock turned inside out.

Now, the night air drifts empty handed.
No more smoke to curl around nerves
and condense into nightmares,

But this: two
phantom limbs
throwing shadows on the river.

© 2002 Antonia Felix

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