9/11

09-11-2001 WALKING FDR DRIVE

The white and grey ash was now wide upon the highway.  My feet dragging over the road, small stones beneath, while touching a bent guardrail.  Barely moving.  Maybe ten feet to see, thick murk and dark, stepping into nowhere.  Looking ahead others march through the ash clutching their souls, withering, with muted cries and fires […]