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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