Some of my earliest, tangible
memories
involve falling asleep
waking up
to the sound of water
waves lapping at the shore of
Horseshoe Lake

My grandparents retired there
when I was seven
my summer bedroom
every year
sixty-feet from scraggly beach
waves gently
slapping sand
lulled me to sleep
more vociferous swells
smacking the steel pontoons of
grandparent’s boat
my morning alarm clock

on which I would not have ever
ever considered
hitting a snooze button

– Mark L. Lucker
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