Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

Autumn Furlough 1943 — Jeanette I. Winthrop

Uncle Dave is home from the war to take my brother and me to Revere beach where we claim our childhood in happy wandering. We search for shells in the crusted sand, count our footprints until we find, half-buried, a lobster trap we want to dig up and lug through the subway. Uncle Dave says … Continue reading