by Panayiotis Toumassis
Dedicated to the victims of this tragegy
For one single time in her life,
she felt lucky.
At first, she sank in the dark.
Then, she saw the light.
Released from gravity,
totally ignoring the meaning of
“Bodiless State”,
which she experienced now
waving “good morning”
to the warm sun of Boston.
She saw it all, from above:
the panicked crowds,
the athletes, the ambulances,
the sirens, the officers,
the heroes,
the survivors, the wounded,
the deads; “oh, my goodness”,
she said, “where am I?”
flying side by side with
that noisy helicopter of the Police.
For just one cluster of time,
she saw what she wished.
But she’d recognize not,
her flesh and her blood.
Swam up to the roofs instead,
approaching the man
caught in camera watching,
screaming “hello” to him,
tho’ he’d hardly understand,
a weird tongue, called “English”.
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