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The Wet Ghost of Junipero Serra

Travis Stephens | Poetry, Summer 2025

On the north side of Los Angeles

it is raining.

My wife reports “Here is pouring

and the dog hates it.”

She is third generation Angeleno,

my heart’s blood bride.

It is a California dog,

who hates the rain,

short-haired & worried

& too early to remind me

Time to feed me

before coffee, before light,

before any chance of rain.

It is pouring across town.

Going to get here too.

Geographically, LA is a huge place.

Historically, it is a dry place,

hot pepper, squash & corn,

straw hats & Catholic bells.

Every city deserves a patron saint.

Bless me Father

for I have not brought pesos.

Take my last chicken.

My best blanket. 

May it keep you warm tonight

if not dry.

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Why is this piece your Trace Fossil?

“This piece is my Trace Fossil as it resonates with the sense of history I experience while in Los Angeles. Yes, I know it has a short Western history. The Indigenous history is the one this poem tries to bottle a scent of. I seek the scent of LA past in August mornings when the dew is fleeing, abandoning a dirt that hasn't seen rain since March. All is fleeting.”

Travis Stephens is a tugboat captain who lives and works with his family in California. His book of poetry, skeeter bit & still drunk (2022), was published by Finishing Line Press.

Back to Summer 2025

The Wet Ghost of Junipero Serra

Travis Stephens | Poetry, Summer 2025

On the north side of Los Angeles

it is raining.

My wife reports “Here is pouring

and the dog hates it.”

She is third generation Angeleno,

my heart’s blood bride.

It is a California dog,

who hates the rain,

short-haired & worried

& too early to remind me

Time to feed me

before coffee, before light,

before any chance of rain.

It is pouring across town.

Going to get here too.

Geographically, LA is a huge place.

Historically, it is a dry place,

hot pepper, squash & corn,

straw hats & Catholic bells.

Every city deserves a patron saint.

Bless me Father

for I have not brought pesos.

Take my last chicken.

My best blanket. 

May it keep you warm tonight

if not dry.

______________________________________

Why is this piece your Trace Fossil?

“This piece is my Trace Fossil as it resonates with the sense of history I experience while in Los Angeles. Yes, I know it has a short Western history. The Indigenous history is the one this poem tries to bottle a scent of. I seek the scent of LA past in August mornings when the dew is fleeing, abandoning a dirt that hasn't seen rain since March. All is fleeting.”

Travis Stephens is a tugboat captain who lives and works with his family in California. His book of poetry, skeeter bit & still drunk (2022), was published by Finishing Line Press.