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poetry by j matthew waters

open doors on the streets of paris


how the streets shine at night
after an all day rain
lost in the city of lights
you walk for hours on end

this language is not your own
but translates easily
into living and breathing poetry
complementing misty air

there is warmth in the most
unimaginable places
but somehow you manage
to find temporary solace

you arrive here as planned
but become lost over time
your final words a resting place
recorded for all to hear



october two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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6 thoughts on “open doors on the streets of paris

  1. Terrific poem! I love the use of language as central image, kind of a meta-cognitive poetry!

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