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poetry by j matthew waters

cast away


sitting sober on picnic table
made of driftwood
I wonder when in the world
my checkered cloth will arrive

I stare out at the ocean
where an angel without wings
hangs ten while blowing kisses my way

I tell myself she’s just having fun
though I’m sure if she wanted
she could move these continental shelves
much faster to california

last night I built a cathedral out of sand
wherein the choir sang until the rains came

in the morning the beach was new again
and all I could do was pray
to the father and the son
and the ghost of my former self



november two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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9 thoughts on “cast away

  1. This moves me so much. It’s very beautiful

  2. Love it … especially these lines:

    “I wonder when in the world
    my checkered cloth will arrive”

    “where an angel without wings
    hangs ten while blowing kisses my way”

    “last night I built a cathedral out of sand
    wherein the choir sang until the rains came”

    the last line

    Every time I read your work, I have a longing to sit down with you on the floor and just listen to you tell me stories.

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