RIGHT BEFORE
Somebody just poured their first cup of fresh brewed coffee to get them through the day.
Added sugar and cream and calmly walked away.
Said good morning to that guy who sits in the car right cubical and never speaks.
Took a look out the window to admire the weather.
Fifty-second floor, how could one ignore that\'s thirteen multiplied by four.
And since the building skipped from twelve to fourteen, they defeated the purpose know what I mean.
Anyway the day must go on as they sat at their desk.
With their ergonomic chair, Pentium four computer, and enormous paper mess.
Starring at photos of wife and kids, while rubbing the corner of their eye when an eyelash his.
Turning to focus on the sky outside as a tear flowed from an irritated eye.
As they focused they spotted something unreal, a plane, glass, and incoming steel.
The last words heard were my God in heaven, as we all watched the news.
2001, 9-11
MAMA\'S BLACK SHEEP POETRY