poetry by j matthew waters

Little Bo Peep’s Awakening

She wore a cotton dress on a warm
and sunny day
slightly off-white and sleeveless
complementing and accentuating
her light brown skin

He wore his casual Sunday best
strolling along
white button-down oxford shirt
starkly contrasting pleated charcoal slacks
creased perfectly

Sitting on park bench imagining
her breathing slows
her inner thoughts pressing on
unaware of sights and sounds passing by
before her eyes

From out of the fold he reappears
like a lost lamb
wandering most aimlessly
a blot on the vastness of her dreamscape
off-black yet bright

november two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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5 thoughts on “Little Bo Peep’s Awakening

  1. I fear this encounter may not end well.

  2. Pleasant Street on said:

    I think he’s in for a nice ride, or wander through fields, but he should near the back of the flock, in case they head for the cliffs

  3. This is like a French movie for me.

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