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poetry by j matthew waters

changing of the seasons


back in the day
haircuts cost a nickel
and most working men kept
shotgun or two out back

don’t make me go out
to the shed
he would often say
but nobody knew exactly
what that meant

boys learn to chop wood
before snow ever falls
piling stacks upon stacks
attempting to stay
two steps ahead of winter





january two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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10 thoughts on “changing of the seasons

  1. Thumbs up for the audio.

  2. I remember when I chopped wood like that…

  3. I absolutely adore how disjointed the stanzas are, but still, how connected.

    I swear, it just floors me that I don’t really know what you’re trying to say. I keep reading and reading, trying to get inside your head. But I feel like you’re trying to keep me out — just straight up describe things.

    Like, what do snow and winter represent to you personally? I can only guess. And I love that!

  4. don’t make me go out
    to the shed
    he would often say
    but nobody knew exactly
    what that meant

    This scared me to death….fantastic write.

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