The August Sun


Image by Mark Khreptyk

By Mark Khreptyk, Staff Writer

I woke up before the sun had rose,

And left the motel in summer clothes.


I walked downstairs from the second floor,

And from the road, had reached the shore.

My bare feet sifted through the sand

As I walked to the point where waves met land.


The waves they swashed, I began to run

Towards the east to the rising sun.

From below the horizon it grew in size.

And for the first time, I saw the dawn with my own eyes.


I still remember the people walking down

Along the beach away from town.