Douglas Brown Poet Free verse

Nantucket 1942

I am running the Sconset bluff path.
I go past darkened houses,
black out curtains hanging,
past Linda Thomas and Jolene Baer
who are chasing rabbits into the privet hedges.
Their fathers call out to them-
“Careful girls!”-
drinks sloshing, ice tinkling
as I go by invisible,
yet sensed.
A summer later,
I will be gone.
Starched, ironed khakis
in a trunk wait ahead in my room.
The beginning and end 
of a life never started.

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Sara Kendrick April 13, 2022 at 10:37 AM Sad one. Those were some horrible times and it seems it might be headed back that way again. Sara Douglas Brown April 13, 2022 at 1:39 PM Yes. Thanks for you comment.

Debra L Brown March 13, 2022 at 2:56 PM HI! Doug, You caught my attention in the first 4 lines. I guess we all have dreams that were never fulfilled. Well written. Blessing ~ Debra Douglas Brown April 13, 2022 at 1:39 PM Thanks Debra!