South Padre Island
by Esteban Rodriguez
Father’s Day And though we’re at the beach
he’s not sitting sleeping not bearing the sun
and forgetting how at work each day it sears
his face adds a layer of darkness he no longer
tries to understand No today minus the trunks
my father’s dressed like he’s about to mow
the lawn but instead of a trimmer he wields
like a soldier a metal detector ready to scan
the sand find mines I think until he says either
to himself or me Treasure not a word
I thought he knew in English but one that fits his mood
and prompts him to begin his search
to wander the shore stop and dig through the mounds
of algae and shells pull out pieces of plastic
or something broken or torn: a rope a necklace a fish
with tatters of meat and scales still on it
but rotted enough for my father to see it for a moment
as a creature not yet discovered And as he
tosses it moves on and ambles farther off I believe that after
decades in this country and of only affording
vacations to the beach he deserves to do what he wants
to find treasure good enough to unearth keep
Esteban Rodríguez is the author of "Dusk & Dust" (Hub City Press 2019), "(Dis)placement" (Skull + Wind Press 2020), and the micro- chapbook "Soledad" (2019). His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in The Gettysburg Review, New England Review, Shenandoah, The Rumpus, and elsewhere. He is the Interviews Editor at the EcoTheo Review and is a regular reviews contributor at PANK and Heavy Feather Review. He lives with his family and teaches in Austin, Texas.
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