poetry by j matthew waters

it’s never too late

I’ve found myself so many times
it’s hard imagining finding myself again

in the garden everyone feasts
the bird
the butterfly
the rodent and the worm
insects and felines and canines
stamens and pistils
day lilies and night owls
tree limbs and branches hanging fruit
angels and devils and humans
shoving shovels into the ground
stirring and spawning new life

meanwhile the sun and moon
(and the season known as spring)
continue to operate like a heartbeat

june two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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6 thoughts on “it’s never too late

  1. This makes me want to live in the garden…

  2. like a heartbeat…marvelous

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