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Reveille

The sound of thunder

at three am burst
my sleep and splattered
me across my room
covered in sheets
and terror.

Hopeless, we listened
for bombs or planes --

some symbol of truth, of
justice, or a balm for
the gaping wound that
burned in the middle
of New York.

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