Upon ascending into the World Trade Center

from the subway, early spring, 2000

Standing stock still as people streamed every way
around her, expertly parting as little as possible
as if she were a mere rock in a river.
Could she be weeping?

She had trained in from the suburbs for the first time
to this city of dangers told by radio.
All around her, moving fast: strange
faces, different colors, different voices,
languages she had never heard before.

She rubbed her pockets in a downward motion.
Did she find herself weeping?!?

A tissue offered
by a black hand.
She looked up into a round face,
surrounded by a blue-and-orange head wrap,
the darkest skin she’d ever seen,
blacker eyes, as kind as any she’d ever fallen into:

“Welcome to New York.”

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