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poetry by j matthew waters

brick by brick


I’ve seen the future unfold
like a flower without a name
like a child without a home

the recent past soon enough
becomes all but translatable
like a familiar foreign language
like a lost memory
resurfacing
inside someone else’s dream

this road has been lowered
only to be risen time and again
each time you are there in some
shape or form
sometimes dragging the dirt
other times on your hands and knees
paving the way



april two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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8 thoughts on “brick by brick

  1. memories like bricks,
    mortar of mortality
    very wistful poem

  2. Wooh… and so time goes

  3. “each time you are there in some
    shape or form
    sometimes dragging the dirt
    other times on your hands and knees
    paving the way”

    Love.

  4. I like this. It’s vivid and relatable.

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