I’m not lying when I say I don’t remember the world
before September 11, 2001.
I had memories but they all seem, now
a decade removed,
like a wall cloud with no beginnings
and no endings,
as if Claude Monet had attempted a portrait of YHWH
and gotten Sinai just right.
Whatever the 21st century is, I remember
it dawned with such a cloud
and swept Cordes Drive into Manhattan Bay.
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