poetry by j matthew waters

january train

he said they knew the train was coming
but prayed it would never arrive

I said I always steer clear of tracks
especially on moonlit nights

sun’s power weakens like temporary
madness invading your sleep

one day if not the next memories
become fuel for locomotion

july two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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