We thought it was Thunder

An implosion of the ear
deep, quick, fat
We had heard one like that
earlier in the week
So we turned off our curiosity
and went back to reading

Outside eyes diverted
toward the street
toward the bridge
Brooklyn bridge
A man walked away, covering
his eyes and crying

I panicked; again...?
No, it wouldn't be so quiet
Ran up the stairs
in my white socks
to Gans
"What are you doing?"
She answered in confusion

We peered out the bathroom
window to see
a carbon colored
cloud of smoke
eroding the blue sky
in a billowing form

The TV is no good.
Only celebrities and
sports.
Our Brooklyn was struck
and nobody knows
how or why
The world doesn't seem to care enough-

It's a wonder the paparazzi didn't catch the fume
and photograph
and photograph
and photograph
to extinguish the plume.