in the theater were
two girls, laughing and joking
when the tower fell.

my strange dream is to
be a juror, but alas,
I remain un-picked.

warrantless wire-taps,
but not phone data mining,
are now illegal.

the daysleeper dreams
of car horns, barking dogs and
the perfect earplugs.

lesson left unlearned:
invade, remove and replace – - does it ever work?

early morning air
evoking military
pre-dawn assembly.

Is this lasting peace,
or cynicism’s taunt of
precarious hope?

silken-voiced siren,
singing in the cool night air,
lilting lullabies.

crickets chirp outside;
their daily celebration
hailing night’s return.

give me your lotions,
drinks, shampoo and yogurt cups
for your own safety.

four in the morning,
darkness envelopes, reminds
of light yet to come.