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Reveille
As Jake stirs awake,
the sun’s red-orange fingers
are prying through
a window pane.
He winces in the glare.
Dislodging crumbs of sleep
from the corners
of his eyes, he hears
Violet’s heavy breathing.
A platoon of blue quail
bursts into a reveille
of shrieks and two-noted
“Pecos” calls. Jake
reaches for his glasses
on the bedside table
and eases them to the bridge
of his nose, anxious about
which of his two distinct
pairs of eyes will gaze
upon the uncharted day
of gall and brutal light.
Larry D. Thomas
Jake & Violet
(Terlingua, Far West Texas)
an rhp electronic chapbook
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