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POSTSCRIPT FOR A POSTCARD FROM NEW YORK A symbolic backbone - Of esthetic clones - All steel, glass, and stone. Born of vision, sweat, politics, big money - The apple of The Big Apple's eye - Of motherhood and apple pie. There within - the City's mix - so vibrant - so alive - Mr. Jordan's shoes, designer suits, Filene's ties - Ride an elevator to the sky - Buy a half-price ticket to a Broadway show - Step forward - don't impede the flow! From the apogee Grand symbols of liberty - Welcome to the USA - On this fine September day! Predicting a Southwesterly breeze - A temperature of 70° - Visibility as far as the eye can see - A New York day to die for - But not a day to die. Now my heart is here beneath your rubble - Hopes surrendered - My soul in His hands. Falling! I dreamed of yesterday of friends, of me - Most, of family - Of what must be. But not alone! A rainbow collage of people all around me - United in our moment of tragedy - From China to Spain - California to Maine Manhattan, Brooklyn, the Bronx, and Queens. With New Yorkers who loved the track at Saratoga Springs - Have viewed the Adirondacks from a front porch swing - Have ridden Harleys abreast on a Catskill lane - Were the Sunfish sailors of Lake Champlain. Every parent of every child - Every father's daughter - Every mother's son. Now all just one. Alas - our epithet Spoken by a postcard of your past. FRANKLIN R. THEIS September, 2001