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Mending by Michael R. Burch I am besieged with kindnesses; sometimes I laugh, delighted for a moment, then resume the more seemly occupation of my craft. I do not taste the candies; the perfume of roses is uplifted in a draft that vanishes into the ceiling’s fans that spin like old propellers till the room is full of ghostly bits of yarn ... My task is not to knit, but not to end too soon. This is a poem for the survivors of 9–11 whose families lost loved ones in the terrorist attacks. Keywords: 911, survivors, victims, first, responders, passengers, firemen, police, heroes, terrorist, attacks, World Trade Center, Flight 93, Pentagon, White House
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 9:51 PM UTC
Mending, a poem for Survivors of 9-11
Mending by Michael R. Burch I am besieged with kindnesses; sometimes I laugh, delighted for a moment, then resume the more seemly occupation of my craft. I do not taste the candies; the perfume of roses is uplifted in a draft that vanishes into the ceiling’s fans that spin like old propellers till the room is full of ghostly bits of yarn ... My task is not to knit, but not to end too soon. This is a poem for the survivors of 9–11 whose families lost loved ones in the terrorist attacks. Keywords: 911, survivors, victims, first, responders, passengers, firemen, police, heroes, terrorist, attacks, World Trade Center, Flight 93, Pentagon, White House
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michael-r-burch
62/M/Nashville, Tennessee
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 9:51 PM UTC
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