Nineteen Forty-six

One of a series of meditations on the arc of our lives.

Ellen Wrinkle and Donald Kearns: Ellen’s Senior Prom at American International College, Springfield, Massachusetts. 1946


She and he wrote letters

across miles of New England that—
viewed from here
are always gray
and white and black
looming trees by every house
narrow streets with
sputtering Fords—
the trees were green
in forty-six
the railroad between
Springfield and New Bedford
was soot-silver and
blue cloth seats
red signal lights
sun-lit hours
that stretched across
the Taunton Woods
past Providence and Boston
and roared toward infinite
days and months and
years and years ahead

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