Treasure Island

Leonard Dabydeen


9/11 (Anders)


Between passage of time

and reality sublime

you sit with a mark

that unfolds history,

where requiem

is carved in masonry

and wreaths

embrace steel

honoring lives

time and time again;

but low and behold

you lift a hand

to cheer your lot

fraught with many

a gleeful bunch,

gifting you

forever joyful

with love and happiness

in a clarion call

not to worry:

it's your Birthday! !

Submitted: Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, September 11, 2012

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September 11 marks the birthday of Anders Holm. September 11 also marks the catastrophic terrorist attack in the USA in 2001, causing the death of thousands of innocent people.

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