Issue Forty - Summer 2022

Shadows in My Hand

By Dan Overgaard

With no new information, only time,
I shuffle memories with a few old photographs.
The camera that we rarely took along—
or someone’s—caught us, here and there.
I linger through these shadows in my hand
now that I’m older than my oldest brother was,
and see my eyes are in my mother’s, turned on me.

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I see my eyes are in my mother’s, turned on me,
now that I’m older than my oldest brother was.
I can linger through these shadows in my hand
since someone’s camera caught us here and there—
if not the camera that we rarely took along.
I shuffle memories with a few old photographs,
with no new information, only time.

Copyright Overgaard 2022

Dan Overgaard was born and raised in Thailand. He attended Westmont College, dropped out, moved to Seattle, became a transit operator, then managed transit technology projects and programs. He’s now retired and catching up on reading. His poems have appeared in Canary Lit Mag, Shot Glass Journal, Allegro Poetry, Sweet, Triggerfish Critical Review, Poets Reading The News, The High Window and elsewhere. Read more at: danovergaard.com.

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