poetry by j matthew waters

shelter in the city

an old top hat tumbles
down an urban alleyway
one gray wintry night
a single boot and smile
stopping it in its tracks

held beneath a streetlamp
scratches appear in the
faded charcoal felt
each crooked line a story
in and of itself

silvery lining holds imaginary
tales of happenstance
and midnight waltzes
murmuring like a seashell
untouched for centuries

gloveless fingers slide across
bent brim collecting
snowflakes and glances from
all the homeless eyes
seeking cover for the night

february two thousand fourteen
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7 thoughts on “shelter in the city

  1. oh – I really like this one, John – the seashell reference such a great idea – fascinating – I want to know what happens next ! 🙂 K

  2. Very visual here. Emotional close. Nicely done!

  3. artsytart on said:

    “tales of happenstance
    and midnight waltzes
    murmuring like a seashell…”

    A wonderful comparison, John! And as usual, your trademark compassion and nostalgic reverie infuse this poem. It’s sounding very cliché of me to say the poem and subject resonate, but with that image of conch-shell/tophat? You had me at “an old top hat.”

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