poetry by j matthew waters

groundhog day

no matter where I go there are holes
holes in the city streets
a hole in my metal bucket
holes through hula hoops and hangman nooses
small holes on wooden boards boys and girls
try to hit with miniature bean bag squares

at the deli I order a ham and cheese on rye
I hope swiss is okay says the hair-netted lady
not really I say got anything without holes
afraid not she says
perplexed and nearly disgusted
I walk out with a bag of chips
but no sandwich
and proceed to step in a hole
full of sand and rocks
displaced from last night’s rain

an old man sitting on a bench with a hole
in his head chuckles at my misfortune
keep laughing old man I say
don’t worry says the old man
there’ll be plenty more days like these

april two thousand fourteen
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6 thoughts on “groundhog day

  1. Reblogged this on stgreenie and commented:
    fine poetry from @jdubqca

  2. The Bonny Blog on said:

    one of my FAVorite Holidays, truly 😀

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