Right there is where it happened
I will always remember
But the families can never forget
That September day
So much lost
Many crosses borne
At the center of the world
On that September day
I stare down from a window
Memories pinball in my brain
Images of dust, debris and noise
From that September day
You sense it in the light
But feel it in the dark
That uneasy sense of dread
Knowing that September day
Moretti's Musings 