9/11/01

Day 27: Today's RWP prompt is to write an acrostic poem, using some word associated with us. Each letter of the word starts one line of the poem...

9/11/01

September for me meant sultry end-of-summer

Evenings, blushing leaves surrendering to breezes

Pinstripes making the diamond sparkle, headed for

The playoffs, amber-colored lights on the

Empire State at night, and planning things to do,

Making promises anew to make the most of every line,

Before that birthday when the towers fell.

Ever since, it's been as well a month for

Remembering those denied the gift of more time.

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