The Art of Tetman Callis

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September 9th, 2013 · 4 Comments

Foggy morning along a beach populated
by shadows. Two in the shallows,
man and woman, she giggles, No, it’s
not…. His voice low rumbling, she says,
Because, it’s because, that’s all….

Atop each breakwater a solo
shadow, one taking morning
exercise in front of a small
jumble of bikes, two others sitting,
legs dangling over the sand while they
face the beach and wait for
what they’re waiting for. In the park
behind them, three workers
in yellow vests shovel something
from the bed of a city truck.

Back up on the streets, parents
escort their children down designated
safe routes to the stops where
yellow buses wait to carry
them to their hot and crowded
schools. A childless young
couple open the trunk of their
sedan, load it with a blue
picnic cooler, her easel and paints,
his two sets of golf clubs.
The sun is rising and the fog
will burn off long before lunch.

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4 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Averil Dean // Sep 10, 2013 at 5:14 pm

    Today at the coffee shop I heard a bit of conversation: “…took her family away.” And that line was exactly, perfectly, kismettedly right for my book. I wanted to run over and kiss that stranger.

  • 2 Tetman Callis // Sep 10, 2013 at 8:30 pm


  • 3 Averil Dean // Sep 11, 2013 at 8:04 am

    Well, no. But I did gaze longingly in her direction.

  • 4 Tetman Callis // Sep 11, 2013 at 11:54 am

    And you wrote it down.

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