Lilia Dobos

Walking the Pulitzers (New York Times, 2002)

The camera lens captures them both—
sirens silence traffic. We could all hear

it. It sounded like a rocket. And they lit up
like September marshmallows. The sky

a dark morning while we sang
behind a window give a dog

a bone, this old man came rolling
home
or down the street, where fire

rescue will find them later, buried
in the ash-grave. Bodies or debris

confettied through the air, and the clouds,
not completely themselves and loose, came

down. That morning we were all
blanketed under the same white.

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Lilia Dobos is a current Graduate Teaching Assistant studying TESOL at Salisbury University. Her other publications include Barely South Review, New Mexico Review, The Quaker and forthcoming work in Red Flag Poetry.