mid September

mid September

Travis Stephens

 

as though
nothing had happened,
the distant sun consuming
a bit of its heart,
the ocean tide
retreating
without shame.
even the birds,
said to be tiny angels,
raise their eyes to heaven
in tremulous, practiced
song.
while you,
not forgotten,
even your voice,
mid-sentence in
a story i’ve heard before,
you no longer
on this motherless
earth.

 

 

 

A man on a boat, both hands are on the steering wheels on the sea.

Travis Stephens is a tugboat captain who lives and works in California. His book of poetry, “skeeter bit & still drunk” was published by Finishing Line Press. Visit him at: zolothstephenswriters.com