Poem about 9/11 by Alan Paul Collenette
On Rockefeller Center
in the Tuesday morning breeze
a flag that broadcasts freedom
flies proudly and at ease.
As New York City wakens
and rubs its sleepy eyes,
a darkness and a shaking
and a wailing fill the skies.
And, moving like a rocket,
a rat runs in the road
and, racing past the reeling flag
heads headlong for uptown.
By dusk the flag is weeping
at the sky and at the ground
three thousand new stars shining,
and two less stripes downtown.
Alan Paul Collenette
Alan Paul Collenette is a writer and a Scottish expatriate. Alan's short stories, poems, essays and articles have appeared in Bust Out, San Francisco Business Times, The Registry and in Writers Digest where he received Honorable Mentions in the 71st Annual Competition in the Genre Short Story and Literary Short Story categories. He is currently working on a historical novel based on the life of John Paul Jones, the legendary Scotsman, and founder of the US Navy.
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