September 11th
A span of eighteen minutes.
An American Airlines Boeing 767,
Very low.
A span of eighteen minutes.
Heavy black smoke billowed into
The sky.
A span of eighteen minutes.
Flame and smoke erupted – second
Plane hit.
A span of eighteen minutes.
Smoke and fires poured out,
National tragedy.
One of New York City’s most famous landmarks – collapsed.
Now gaping holes remain. In eighteen minutes.
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