Nancy L. Meek


Some will turn their heads… look the other way
as they rush by Ground Zero, where bones yet lay,
as cab drivers, cursing, lay down on their horns,
middle fingers hurrying the silk suits along…

… Just another day in the heart of the city,
too busy to remember… Oh, what a pity!

No time, it seems, to pull over for the dead,
with still too much living approaching ahead
like on-coming headlights… distracting from that hour
their hearts fell victim to the terrorist’s power.

This poem inspired the response, “New York City Commute” ~ ©Copyright January 20, 2006 by Robin Amy Bass