Her fuzzy hat keeps bobbing up into the frame.
He always had his eyes on something far away.
Even on their honeymoon, the skylines,
the harbor fort, the anonymous divers
at the hotel pool. Half time
of the Army-Navy game, mock
battle, she’s a head-shape
begging to be seen. “Home Troops”
a few years later
is all guns and uniforms.
I can feel her
left far behind, ca. 1937
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