He checks for the presence of limbs and loved ones as if patting pockets for keys and coins.
He sits by his scanner awaiting the 20 on his missing wife and shoe.
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December 18, 2008 at 8:28 am
The things you must see!
You have told a whole story here, in two sentences. That is quite a gift.
you’re sweet to call it that, and also to come around.
i referenced your 9/11 shoes poem when commenting on a friend’s photo yesterday. your images are so powerful that, having read them, it’s hard to leave them behind.