British Beach

By Eliza Callard

The sand flows in a fine grit
wind across my feet and ankles,
like watching the dry ice that my father
brought home — packed
around the ice cream now
in the freezer — escaping
in a Santa’s beard, flat and white, over
the table edge.

Eliza Callard is a native Philadelphian, and lives there with her family. She says forty years of managing — and occasionally mismanaging — her cystic fibrosis has given her perspective on loss and endurance. A product of Skidmore College, she enjoys family time, hiking and camping, and playing the piano.

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