portion of the artwork for Elizabeth P. Glixman's poetry

July 4th Past
Elizabeth P. Glixman

It is the fourth of July
The day of freedom from oppression
In this photo Uncle Manuel by marriage sits
He has been dead for decades
Today he has an oversized chef’s cap on his head
sitting in a lawn chair made of stripes of plastic
unraveling fringe on the bottom.
There is my dad also gone for one decade
shirtless his overgrown belly
exposed like a gnarly limb grown wild on an old tree
In his hand is the large fork with the long metal handle
that he holds with a potholder to turn the burgers
over on the coals
while Mother brings out the lemonade

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 34 | Fall 2011