poetry by j matthew waters

the city is near

I merge onto route one
around midnight
a cup of coffee
shaking in my hand
another placed
in the holder

in the back seat
my darling exhales angrily
pleading with baby
and begging the lord
to give us more time

I race past the limit
chasing the new moon
and hugging the white line
laughing at the thought
I’m a daddy any minute

july two thousand twelve
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6 thoughts on “the city is near

  1. this is wonderful!

  2. This poem made me smile; it ends with a wonderful surprise.

  3. Hmmm… I wonder what this poem would sound like if it was rewritten from the perspective of the said “darling” in the back seat!

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