poem 9/11

9/11
one month later
on the lawn
at a concert
kd lang and tony bennet

huge orange moon hangs
over the dry hillside
where several cows
linger lowing

and kd and tony sing
and the band plays
I lie within my lover’s arms
sheltered from the night chill

the big orange moon hangs
… and a plane crosses the sky
– the first plane –
the first plane we have seen
since that day
that day named by a number

we feel blessed by this night
full moon, beautiful music…
and renewed hope
for the world
– a plane was flying!

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