September 11th 2001

It’s a beautiful day

Sunny. Warm. Not a cloud in the sky.

Peaceful. A day that all should get wed on.

A day that all should play ball on. A day that all

should be on a swing set. A day that all should picnic on.

A day that all should take a winding walk on.

Now there is one cloud in the sky. A huge tremendous wrong cloud.

A black cloud over Manhattan attacking Brooklyn from West to East.

A flowing evil cloud with Financial Paper debris. With lifeless thoughts

and burnt dreams. With the smell of body parts of falling lovers.

Today is a national holiday. I’ll have off work next year. What will I do?

It’s a beautiful day. My world is gone. My children live in a new world today.

Everything is different. Milk and bread, no longer. Milk and bread, is the new.

Watch your back, and watch your friend.

Watch your enemy, and watch your friend.

Watch your front, and watch your friend.

It’s so sunny and warm out. I’m mad. I’m angry.

I’m furious. I’m intense. I’m not walking backwards.

I’m moving. I’m coming. I’m leading.

It was a beautiful day, today.

I’ll never forget it. Won’t forget it.

I’ll have America in me every day.

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.09.11.15:00:00@296NYC