I don't believe anything has affected me as much as the loss of Dacano Arno last June 3rd. I hadn't known much about this young man, but now I know he was loved by many. This poem is to him:
I went there
for the first time
just the other day.
There was no traffic,
and the river flowed
peacefully without
beckoning me to join
the one it had claimed
as summer's warmth
was beginning that tragic
day. I wanted so
desperately to say,
" I hate you," but as
I stood at the blue tower
designed to save lives,
I could only shed a few
tears and say a prayer.
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