poetry by j matthew waters

still the same

I got out of the house using a bonafide
lie about meeting my buddy at the
pinball arcade
hopped on my tenspeed and
pedaled the shortest route to prospect park

lying on our backs at the top of the hill
it felt as if we were vertical
suspended if you will
the river far below our feet
the clouds above
shaped like sails and almost touchable

all afternoon we held hands and
talked about how old we felt
trapped inside young bodies
unnerved by the fact this place in time
would always be the same

january two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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12 thoughts on “still the same

  1. This is lovely! Enjoyed it 🙂

  2. ahhh the sweetness of youth – lovely

  3. Strange that the young invariably feel so old, and the old so young.

  4. This is beautiful…brought back memories of childhood trysts.

  5. What a great memory of youth.. reminds me of a Springsteen song somehow…

  6. You convey a memorable moment of youth so beautifully, John…

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