Monday, architect numero uno, you raise your 2 x 4’s
out of the blueprints of dream,
framing a maze of hallways, annexes,
and intricate porticos onto the brand-new air.
White petals scattered on the dark wet deck in the morning sun;
Faces in the Metro, no doubt.
Adrift not from Paris.
Whatever the number, it will be more than any of us can bear.”–Mayor Giuliani, 9/11/01
If you ask mWE WON!
But where is the time keeper?
In time a sort of grandeur haunts the rooms
where you have stood day after day
washing dishes, turning the thermostat down to sixty two
,before the weary climb upstairs to bed.