poetry by j matthew waters


we snuck inside farmer moses’
pumpkin patch one early sunday morning
october moon hanging out
at about nine o’clock

we knew we had to be quiet
but it was the place to be
and between the three of us
there was a half-pack of camels
and a case of colt 45

the girls said they’d meet us there
right around midnight
but they never did show for reasons
we would never know

morning sun does rise
as do farmer moses & his boys
pursuing instincts with rifles in hands
zeroing in on blacked out trespassers

september two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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5 thoughts on “forgiveness

  1. denise0904 on said:

    I guess the area of forgiveness is a kind of twilight zone, thought provoking.

  2. I do not want to know what happened next

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