poetry by j matthew waters

can’t you see

walking in i felt a presence
had just left
leaving behind a draft
coming from the return vent

a lone light shone
above the kitchen sink
highlighting the drip
that hadn’t been fixed for days

i thought i might find
a note on the counter
next to sunday’s newspaper
instead found a grocery list
along with a few coupons

the cat sauntered on the tile
and rubbed up against my ankle
sounding off in a bluesy way
somehow knowing
change was here to stay

december, two thousand eleven
copyright j matthew waters
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