poetry by j matthew waters

15 Rosedale Lane

Billy’s in the kitchen
washing radish leaves
singing cry baby cry

In the next room
twin girls take turns peering
out the window and
banging on the spinet

Upstairs two TVs repeat
black & white silents
the shower in the master bath
steaming the mirrored walls

Billy’s since moved on
going back underground
sporting a red miner’s hat
and carrying a flashlight

february two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “15 Rosedale Lane

  1. It makes you wonder if reality can be found inside those caves.

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