By Karen Elizabeth Sharpe
The earth shook, terrified –
light towers swaying like palm trees –
powerlessness, unforgiving –
I wondered if the bowl
would succumb.
It’s impossible to be here –
Remember what it was like?
How does it turn out?
Do we die in the end?
I found refuge in the dark lobby.
In the dimly lit room
fires still smoldered –
evacuated permission
attempted to return.
The unshaven Joltin’ Joe –
DiMaggio – standing in line
back in the bell tower
half full giant.
We all have our stories.
It’s easy – it’s
the biggest story there
ever was.
Found poem. Source: Dan Shaughnessy, Boston Globe, Oct. 14, 2014 “Still shaken by memories of 1989 World Series”