poetry by j matthew waters

seeing through curtains drawn

this little town was nothing like whoville
though not sure why I mention it
if only to get you imagining
there are other worlds

on the surface nothing changes here
and everyone looks the same
whether or not they’re beautiful
or pretty or normal or something else

down here all oceans are in sync
as are rivers and streams and creeks
each and every tree relative to itself
flowers beneath their boughs
reduced to single digits
propagated by otherworldly intelligence

august two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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8 thoughts on “seeing through curtains drawn

  1. This reminds me of A Wrinkle in Time.

  2. sounds like a place I’d like to visit

  3. denise0904 on said:

    you see everything thru a magical curtain, this is just your poem describing that special sense of yours.

  4. digital hell? (it’s either a 0 or a 1)

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