September Again

The sun disappeared again today, a little earlier. The hurricane is coming. Right now it's off  the Outer Banks, throwing water and sand at Kitty Hawk, but it will be here soon enough.

And the salt spray tastes like autumn, and the sunset is shining off the shallow water in the ferry slip on Governor's Island. You could wade there, it's only knee deep. If you don't mind trying to outrun a ferry boat.

Dead soldiers from Vermont meet their friends from Mississippi, they never realized they were friends til  it was way too late. Now the salt water washes through the bullet holes, and the blood is mixed with the salt in Buttermilk Channel.

The bodies are dried out, hauled to the cemetery, laid under stones of blue or grey. Does it matter which?