poetry by j matthew waters

without a clue

we had met it seems ages ago
at a time when no one knew
how to plant corn or make bread

back then days were upside down
and the moon was locked
in its place: a perfect excuse
to exaggerate without consequence
and pretend logic never existed

as time passed many faces rotated
around the clock
some memorable
some forgotten
some forever fixed in consciousness

without any particular reason
the alternative path rarely presented itself
until one night in the future
the moon beamed a smile
and there we stood face to face

august two thousand eleven
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “without a clue

  1. You are a clever possum. I love it. Thank you.

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