Issue Five

Autumn 2012

 

At Santa Barbara


Their shadows lie behind them on the beach,
elongated, as though El Greco
had taken to silhouettes, and with deft scissors
sketched this dumb show, stretched it out along
the sand that dries in the departing tide.
They smile into the lens — at least, she's smiling;
he's frozen by self-consciousness
into a tangle of elbows, neck and knees.
In this picture, as their taller
thinner selves reach out toward the mountains
that we did not attempt, their mother's
caught herself, her shadow — here, down in the corner:
an accidental fecit; a maker's mark.

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David Callin

 

 

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