Wakey Wakey

by Travis Stephens

I can hear it.
The waves are bolder,
stronger, more insistent
in claiming this beach.
They grab fistfuls of sand
in retreat, mess up the sheets,
kick and grumble.
The dawn speaks of terrible things
done last night. Murder.
Well, not murder, maybe,
but a paperback carelessly left out,
innocent, now facedown
back broken.
A dew uninvited.
Rattle of a motorcycle,
no need to throttle up but
there he goes.
A car answers.
Sour smack, stuffy shirt, one eye
gracked open.
A hope, a prayer:
Not yet, not yet…
the day storming in.

Travis Stephens is a tugboat captain who resides with his family in California. His book of poetry, “skeeter bit & still drunk” will be published by Finishing Line Press in 2022. Visit him at zolothstephenswriters.com.

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