Between Painting and Photograph

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El Prado’s great trees and faded colors

stare from this old post card,

its dusky colors between painting and photograph,

stamps and printed postmark

part of the ruse.

 

In another life I might look at this scene

and see a secret garden.

But this was where they grabbed him

January 3, 1974. He went out at 9

and never came home.

Margaret Randall is a poet, photographer and activist currently living in Albuquerque, N.M. This poem is from her collection, As If The Empty Chair: Poems for the Disappeared (Wings Press).

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