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