nine was was
September 11, 2015
It seemed a time of respect.
Skies were skies,
no chalky lines.
Only bird, cloud
flag.
Booty and bullets
vanished.
Terrorism was not yet
entertainment.
Reflection and restraint
a brief national value.
Never to return,
We lived briefly
in the eye of a blood storm.
qazse 
September 12, 2015 at 1:44 pm
Hi qazse,
Nice to see you writing again on your blog with your usual succinct and sharp manner.
Regards