Coloured fountains sparkled
at the Stampede that year to
commemorate some event or
another. You peered up from behind
the trickle of pink green water
to tip your cowboy hat before
retreating into the blur of broken
In the swimming scenes you
tugged your bottoms so up high that
your belly button was lost inside.
Skinny arms gripped your body when
you ran from the edge to the
board and pretended you knew how
to dive. I see how the story of you
falling and smacking your hard
head upon the deck came about.
Ripples of cousins, neighbors
and friends, singing through birthdays
at your cramped duplex and laughing as your
brother pinched your ears or that
one little girl with flipped-out pigtails
blinked her lashes for the camera.
The film is fuzzy in some spots around the
edges and shaky too. Lots of sleek old cars,
well-groomed houses and scenery shots when Tata
must have gotten bored of filming all of you
standing around, hands in
high pants pockets.
The dancing scenes at the annual Italian picnic
are my favorite though. The camera weaving in and out of
mismatched couples with beehive hairdos,
tight white pants, thick glasses and bowling shoes.
It’s how people met back then
sharing runny watermelon and
offbeat moves with future spouses.
Everything seemed simpler then,
viewed from vintage lenses.
Felicia Zuniga is a writer and communications specialist who lives in Calgary, Alberta with her husband and two young sons. She has been writing poetry for over a decade and has been published in a variety of journals including Contemporary Verse 2 – The Canadian Journal of Poetry and Critical Writing, The Antigonish Review, Montreal Writes, Existere – Journal of Arts & Literature and FreeFall Magazine. She has a Master of Journalism degree from Carleton University and a Bachelor of Arts degree in English Honours with a Creative Writing Concentration from the University of Calgary. Learn more at www.feliciazuniga.com.