Enter poli-sci class fourteen miles west
when first tower hit, the second halfway
through class

Two confetti clouds, twisting I-beams
audible in the air, stereo simulcast
on classroom TVs

Droning lawnmower close to brick façade
of science center, psych prof interrupts
self, asks haltingly is…that…a…plane?

Anth prof, pointer in hand, explains
habitat of lowland gorillas
to a completely empty lecture hall

Evening broadcasts continuous loop,
slo-mo rerun, towers hit, towers falling,
like questionable call on Monday Night Football

Dead of night drive by train station
commuter lot still full of cars, lined up
like tombstones

Home through ghost town, keys back on hook,
open can of Fancy Feast for famished
cats caught up in the routine