poetry by j matthew waters

when pigs fly

I was thinking about that hotel
in memphis
the old one a few blocks north of
beale street
where the ducks live on the roof
and every day around
happy hour
they take the elevator to the first floor
and march single file on the
red carpet
then hop-skip-and-flap
right into the lobby water fountain
for a late afternoon swim

as the patrons quietly applaud
I can’t help but imagine what a scene
it would be
if all of them were pigs

march two thousand thirteen
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14 thoughts on “when pigs fly

  1. That is hilarious – not at all where I thought we were headed! K

  2. Well, coming from me a mere pig – I say it would be heaven! Snort – XOXO – Bacon

  3. This made me laugh. If the ducks were pigs, I’d imagine many people will lose expensive bets!

  4. I must say people may be pigs, but rarely ducks….

  5. I love this one very much. Do you have any interest in joining a critique blog of artists and writers that I belong to? I’ve liked some of your poems very much.

    I love the wit in this one.


  6. Rose Red on said:

    It was delightful reading this with the backdrop of the Beatles

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