Friday, September 11, 2009
I just read a poem on The Writer's Almanac called "Home by Now."
Its author recounts her move to New Hampshire from NYC, ending with these chilling lines.
… Your friends in the city
say they'll miss you but don't blame you--they
still cringe each time a plane's overhead,
one ear cocked for the other shoe.
Praying there will never be another shoe …