Groundhog Poetry Day

I'd meant to take part in this project, but had forgotten all about it until Washington Cube reminded me. Thanks, Cube.

Here's my poem:

That September
my cat died
suddenly,
a still weight slumped
against the door.
That followed
your mother’s call
full of cancer, all
through her, but
she felt fine. Really.
These things happened
suddenly
that year
when the towers fell
that September.