TIME TRAVEL
As I cross the Connecticut line,
I am driving into the past:
Past Norwich, where in the city
Garden across from our house
A half cup, a handful
Of my young husband’s ashes
Are nourishing the roses;
Past the no longer new
Montville city highschool
Where I introduced
The first juniors and seniors
To Henry the Fifth and Macbeth;
Past the enlarged co-ed
Williams School on the campus
Of Connecticut College where
My classes of fifteen girls
Doubted the justice of
Hester’s scarlet letter;
On to the rendezvous
At a waterfront restaurant
Of Ledyard Center teachers
With whom I once taught reading
And took fall hikes in the Whites;
And here we all reminisce
With laughter and a few tears.
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