poetry by j matthew waters

suddenly there is no tomorrow

my feet are hurting but my heart
is beating just fine
it may have skipped
once or twice or trice
simply by finding you here

we always look forward to october
though hate to see september
slowly burning in rearview
like those hybrid pumpkins
glowing in the twilight

there are no perfect days
but the harvest moon
is as cool as cool can be

and you kiss me unexpectedly

september two thousand seventeen
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8 thoughts on “suddenly there is no tomorrow

  1. denise0904 on said:

    what sweet poem, an autumn amour.

  2. Terrific work. Beautifully crafted and evocative.

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