The Poems
byPam Lovelace Gremillion
Empty Skies
A chilling quiet fell upon my soul
The skies were suddenly empty
No engine roars or jet stream traces
running like a river through the clouds
I rarely noticed flying traffic before
but on September eleventh
I noticed the empty skies and I cried
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