[Embracing the Memory: Library 
of Congress Professional Association]


The Loss of Innocence

Stephanie Ruvinsky

Looking back
The shock is already dulled
I am used to anxiety
Now.
But I remember then
When I heard of a plane
Going into a tower
I thought it was an accident
A strange and unfortunate thing
And went on my way
Unknowing.
How naive that seems
In my knowledge of today
As I wonder if I should move
Or what I should do.
Shock is a muted memory
Anxiety remains.
And grief.


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