poetry by j matthew waters

listen for them

I’m still looking for unbridled trust
be it friend or foe or souped up chevrolet

it’s always been out there
or so I’ve been told
and you’ll know it when you find it
as they say

for far too many it remains elusive
much fainter than a distant shadow
further away from the mind than
sunrises of sunsets or death itself

there are many conversations taking place
but there are few too many words spoken

new words are being born by the minute

june two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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