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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.

the author's mother; image created by by Victoria Woollen-Danner

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