An encounter with the 1940’s.
It was the first time for me too, watching
bombers fly overhead in stunt formation,
their pin-up women – innocently sheer lace and meticulous curls –
almost visible through the scope of my camera lens.
The day was all glamor and venture,
bringing enthusiasts and misanthropes together,
intoxicating them with antiques and vintage fatigues –
Axis and Allies; somber symbols of greatness.
Great honor and great sadness,
great interest and curiosity as the food raised our blood sugar
and drink calmed nerves (yours more so than mine) –
a wartime soldier and nurse,
meeting expectantly to pursue
a war that knows no enemy,
only the tests of time, to conquer it with
the ambition that sees no end of time.