poetry by j matthew waters

wrapping flowers in blankets

we built a fire in the fire pit
kept it going into december
when the sky was blue
and air was cold

you played violin
and I played harmonica

we sang to the fire in the sky
we prayed for the fog to roll in

the first frost came and went
but we were ill-prepared
like we always were

I keep telling you I am the same boy
you first met decades ago
and you tell me the ocean is still green

november two thousand sixteen
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11 thoughts on “wrapping flowers in blankets

  1. Somewhere deep inside we never change do we?..

  2. So beautiful this John!!! 🙂

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