Five Years Later
My brother was on his way
to a dental appointment
when the second plane hit
four stories below the office
where he worked. He’s never
said anything about the guy
who took football bets, how
he liked to watch his secretary
walk, the friends he ate lunch with,
all the funerals. Maybe, shamed
by his luck, he keeps quiet,
afraid someone might guess
how good he feels, breathing.
Copyright Credit: Poem copyright ©2009 by Tony Gloeggler, whose most recent book of poetry is The Last Lie, New York Quarterly Books, 2010. Poem reprinted from Paterson Literary Review, Issue 37, 2009/2010, by permission of Tony Gloeggler and the publisher.