Ghosts at a Utah 9/11 Memorial: Revolutionary Email Poetry

I did not see them
When I shot the video
Of thousands of flags
In a Utah field,
Each representing
a lost 9/11 victim.

But when I was editing,
They were there.
Ghosts.
Shadows dancing in and out
Of the flags.

Wives.
Fathers.
Sons.
Daughters.
Husbands.
Mothers.
First responders.

People.
Laughing.
Crying.
Holding.
Walking.
Talking.

Those who were remembering
Became they who must
be remembered.

We must be ghosts
To each other,
To haunt ourselves
into remembering,
so we never forget.

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZWz2qyvelI]

Video of Flags at Sandy Utah’s “Healing Field” 9/11 Memorial

Unity Looking: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

After a long time/
of amazing unity,/
why’s she still looking?

OR
After two decades/
of amazing unity,/
why was I looking?

You want to find a /
girl who will tap her feet to /
classical music.

While I’m grateful for/
her time, I don’t want to be/
her Saturday slot.

If you’re not needed/
for the mundane things, are /
you really wanted?

If you’re not wanted/
in the mundane times, you’re /
not really wanted.

Sometimes the doldrums/
of the everyday leave you/
with nothing to say.

If you keep looking /
for reasons someone’s not good/
enough, you’ll find them.

There is a woman/
I’m crazy about. She does/
NOT like third person.

She does/
NOT like royal she.

I don’t need to get
my own way. I want to be
heard and understood.

I don’t know how to/
say I’m sorry for wanting /
to see you too much.