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Missing Persons Posters on the Brooklyn Bridge, Oct. 5, 2001 by Warren Meredith Harris We climbed the grimy subway steps at Franklin Street into the smoldering smell of paper, wood, vinyl, and the newly dead, then went east of the police barricades and found the Bridge. Five o’clock, and above the blur of passing cars, Wall Streeters, suit jackets over their shoulders, snorted sea breeze, hawk faced bikers in black nylon tights pedaled in hunched- over trances, cool young couples drifted at the edge of the crowd, school boys circled each other in a crazy-arm dance of soft punches, gray headed Hasidim guarded their offspring in little black overcoats, and out- of-towners shaded their eyes from the sun to stare at metal posts with rain-ruined flyers from a copy shop begging God- knows-whom for scraps of information. Blurred and crinkled ghost faces smiled out into the let’s-have-a-picnic air. |
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