Let Me Wake
by Chad Prevost


Let me please look again down the path that goes
just off the San Clemente elementary
parking lot, and winds along the marsh.

Let me step through the tall grass to the coves
where I made pacts of friendship on the sand.

Let me walk out on the slick mud if the tide is low
and haul back a tire, surround it with stones,
and build a fire in the hollow.

Let me fall asleep as we take highway 101
just past the sign to Eureka.
Let me wake to light pouring through a window,

resting on my head like a hand,
Let words cocoon themselves around me,
until they moan like wind

across my landlocked yard, that sounds
like the ocean through the limbs of pines.






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