poetry by j matthew waters

agrarian muses and snow-covered ponds

how your angels sing the blues
atop tarnished ivory arches
interrupting your dreams by
bringing back consciousness

it’s just one more morning waking
up to sunshine and isolation
a single spot on google earth
a farmhouse
a mile in from gravel road aptly
named rabbit run

though unsure how you arrived
you’ve no intention of straying far
and on days to come find yourself
roaming fields in dead of winter
not a soul around for miles
and miles and miles

october two thousand seventeen
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5 thoughts on “agrarian muses and snow-covered ponds

  1. I think that would a perfect place for angels.

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