poetry by j matthew waters

same old spade

nobody sees you and if they say
that they do
they are wrong
and you are left scratching
the surface all over again

we know there is no going back
that it’s all about today
and yesterday is simply
a thin slice of overactive imaginations

it is spring already
and you find yourself in the garden
turning the clay with quiet determination

in the back of your mind
I encourage you to go on
and you step on the spade
leaving it stuck in the ground
walking away with pail in hand
meandering toward the rain barrel

november two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “same old spade

  1. i love this –

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