poem from The
Lost Brigade
by Bruce Guernsey
Eisenstaedt's Kiss
August 15, 1945
I dream for my parents it was just like this:
the anonymous sailor, the anonymous nurse,
her head in his arm, his hand at her waist,
on Times-Square that day in August
about when my father came down the ramp
and they kissed like those strangers I hope,
bending together, my father and mother,
curve into curve, these mythical lovers.
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the author's mother; image created by by Victoria Woollen-Danner
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