that what I’m wearing on my head won’t predispose me to a search, or predispose you to suspect;

that negligence will shrivel up and mature caution will sprout up;

that our visionaries will seek to build and to create, not to wreck and raze;

that the line that so jaggedly isolates idealism from realism will blur;

that buildings will be for skylines, and planes will be for skies, and people will be for loving, and flags will be for pride;

these things I pray.

in frustrated remembrance – sept. 11, 2012