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Homer
WAR-TIME ROMANCE
I take my girl down
to Frenchman’s Bay
for a little talk and
maybe something more.
Glancing over the water
we see nothing, only
stars in the distance,
and yet, we can hear
a steady thrumming—
the muffled sound
of an engine.
She leans against me
and breathlessly whispers
"U-boat,"
before she nibbles
on my ear.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Postcard courtesy Boston Public Library.
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