poetry by j matthew waters


nothing is real
not even the exception to the rule
to which you have seemed
to execute to perfection

I’ve chased down
many a dream with no end
only to pick things back up
exactly where you left them

you leap from tree to
tree with relative ease
repeating in my mind like a
hand-made picture show

I toss it aside
carefully behind a bush
thinking there’s a good chance
I want to retrieve it

I always tell myself
you should have told me
to stop swinging for the fences
a long long time ago

june two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “georgia

  1. Seana on said:

    If nothing is real, then why the reel?

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