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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.

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Larry D. Thomas

Jake & Violet

(Terlingua, Far West Texas)

an rhp electronic chapbook





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