Emmett and the White Boy
Karyna McGlynn
From the Sally Mann photo, 1990
In a few more summers he will grow
bark and his lips will birth
wild strawberries, already strutting
up rope and plywood ladders, lord
over everything white -- English
captives cum classmates
backed shyly into the tender
slips and thorns of foxglove, eyes
deep-set in the soft-shelled egg
of winter skin blink slowly,
flick off black freckles like gnats
from the fast moving shadow of my son,
the raptor, hair gelled back
in the awful glamour of river water,
loons calling everyone to come out
for this brief christening of curiosity.
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