poetry by j matthew waters

Inside a Circle

I took the 7:10 into the city: an hour
ride taken so many times.
Most of the faces inside the car
I had seen before, others I had not.
I sat motionless, pretending
to be patient, wishful today
I would find the woman
whose ring I recovered eight day ago.
Reaching into my pocket
I pulled out the gold band
and held it between my thumb
and forefinger, her reflection
developing inside a circle
I would forever adore.


march, two thousand twelve
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6 thoughts on “Inside a Circle

  1. cyberbonn on said:

    love it, such imagry … and warmth 🙂

  2. Well, that two poems I’ve read of yours John that have struck a chord with me. Lovely words 🙂

  3. A circle of clear writing engages the reader to cheer for the man, hoping he finds the woman who owns the ring so as to allow him to come full circle. Thank you for sharing your moving words.

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