before towers fell
we held tight
to the gate.

don't forget

your magazines,
here's twenty in case.

don't go. don't go.

he slipped into goodbye.
stay--   one more.

wheels rolled past.

I hesitated
with nuthin' to carry on.

I so needed him

packed tight against me
for one more sleep.

tomorrow, the jet way

would still be there
for me to walk the plank.


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