The Voice Fiction Feature – Poetry By…

Sleepwalker

he lay
curled on a foam mattress
at the foot of the bed

keeping watch
guarding

his child’s mind
believing

his presence
made it all okay

neither would disappear
if he watched over them

every night
he would curl into a ball
under his Garfield blanket
comforted by their closeness

the night she left

the small boy
at the foot of the bed
slept

Today’s Special

the mainlanders sit
with looks of relaxed
boredom

on their sun-kissed
perfectly bronzed
faces

they sip Mai tais
while deliberating
over

whether or not
to order a poo poo
platter

interest perks up
in the eyes of
many

when the chit chat
turns to talk of the
links

the sun dips
dazzles and disappears
unnoticed

the locals sing
the praises of the evening’s
fish special

an island delicacy

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