poetry by j matthew waters

second story rescue

I’ve been here before
I recognize the painting on the wall
recall being inside this second story
room with drapes flowing out like fire

below in the courtyard
chickens and children scramble about
and I squint my eyes peering
past hills rolling into my heart

everything is moving away from
my current line of vision
and I stand bent over and desperate
reaching out to be rescued

january two thousand fifteen
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5 thoughts on “second story rescue

  1. great words ❤

  2. “past hills rolling into my heart” wow.

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