Last night this French guy on T.V.
was going around filming the 9-11
event so someone like myself could
see what it was like to be in a disaster
of that magnitude. I forget his name.
He had a brother in one of the two
towers. Don't know which. He said
he had thought about helping people,
but realized that he didn't know how.
He wasn't a fireman, or a paramedic,
he concluded what he did best was film.
Action....the french cameraman who
ran past dusty bleeders covered in
mounds of disorganized paperwork was
curious why there were no bodies found.
He kept a steady hand on his eye as he
watched others dig through the rubble.
His breathing was increasingly labored
black specks were accumilating on his lense,
black specks of no bodies found.

dw/06

The Nature of Luck_________

Let every course run. The come
what may of blood going out to

the delta of finer veins. Estuaries
cry for such pulse, the hard push

things need coming nearer a goal.
For you see, we are lightheaded

about force, flutter eratically. If
we take fresh air, inhalations are

on loan, not meant for fingertips
or toes, it don't always work out.

You can hold O2 yoga deep and
lose. Pumps of all kinds break for

wear much as just sitting idle. Try
anyway. Luck circulates like blood.