September the Eleventh
by Ann Grogan / September 13th, 2026
I remember how we “were an open target” as some say,
that day the twin towers went down.
How does that differ from today, or going back
to January 20 when Dear Leader had his way
and took over once again?
How came we to be such an open target
every day, to allow free play with our hearts
and government? How could we have missed
the kiss of evil lurking there, deep undertow
beneath a sea of glass?
It will pass, but sad, I shan’t be here then.
I’ll die remembering before the eleventh,
and after. How more has come down
and disappeared than just two buildings,
what suffering there was, and yet is.
Ann Grogan is a joyful octogenarian, piano player, and retired lawyer living in San Francisco, CA. Her writing promotes the unequivocal permission to pursue one’s passions at any age. Her poems have appeared in
Dissent Voice, Querencia, Amethyst Review, The Prairie Review, New Verse News, and
Writers Resist, among others
. She was named a semifinalist for
The Writing Salon’s 2025 Jane Underwood Poetry Prize and for
Leftie Blondie’s chapbook competition. Find her at
rhapsodydmb.com.
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This article was posted on Sunday, September 13th, 2026 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.
