September 11, 2001

By elizabethcassidy • September 12th, 2009

I wrote this about 2 days after September 11, 2001.

SEPTEMBER MOURN
I love NY. earlydays6_400
I am your shops and delis on the avenues.
I am the bright lights and the out of work actors.
Seeking fame and fortune on Broadway, too.
I am the concrete, the colors, the sounds and the aromas.
All wrapped up as fine art.
I am this magnificent city’s heart.
I keep this city going and glowing.
Downtown readings and swinging with my baby uptown.
Where we can cry at each other’s words and dance on each other’s feet.
But we never miss a beat.

I love NY.
I am the lucky few with townhouses that come with breathtaking views.
From the Big Apple’s museums to its Central Park Zoo.
I sleep on subway grates for I am the poor.
With faces you have never seen before.
But I will be there to comfort you.
Because that is what New Yorkers do.
I claim this land to be my very own.
And thank God every night.
That this is my home.

I love NY.
Yellow and black.
Mr. Cabbie, please take me back.
To when only stars fell from the Manhattan sky.
Run the next light, lay on your horn.
Get me away from the city that I will come to mourn.
I beg you, Mr. Cabbie, give me back New York City.
Please, Mr. Cabbie, show me a little pity.
There’s a big tip in it for you if you can.
Take me back to Monday, September 10.

Photo: Rory McCafferty

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