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Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Observatory


Ian showed me


a ticket


ripped, with a phone number


on the back.


Might have been


thrown out weeks ago


But now eerily kept,


Preserved.


He showed it to


me like a prize:


World Trade Center


Observatory


September, 2000


‘How big was it?’

I asked, with the

naivety of one


who has never seen


the like


of a skyscraper.


‘Bigger than you could ever imagine,’


he replied.







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