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poetry by j matthew waters

it won’t be long


we sat on the front porch
and watched the grass grow green
over a kahlua and cream
and slice of moon

between sips I told her I wasn’t
going back to compete with the rats
and cockroaches in the city

they can all go to hell I said

she nodded her head
body slightly swaying while both hands
held onto her cup protectively

I don’t trust those sons-a-bitches she said

the wind shifted and blew
the coolness of otter creek into the
open air and through our bones

opening my pocket watch
I told her it won’t be long before
they tire of the city
and resume their journey
back to god’s country


april two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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9 thoughts on “it won’t be long

  1. good one! 😀

  2. Great poem, John, and I love the opening verse…

  3. Love that opening
    “we sat on the front porch
    and watched the grass grow green
    over a kahlua and cream
    and slice of moon”

  4. so much inbetween the lines…

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