poetry by j matthew waters

passing through yet again

I sat on inner city park bench
and wondered what had
become of poetry

it was sunday
and god knows where the
transients had gone
especially on such a warm
and peaceful winter day

I like to hear church bells
ringing from blocks away
imagining all the men in
black overcoats and top hats
children holding hands with
women in white gloves

it was an overcast day
and I felt the urge to embark
if not sometime soon
definitely by sundown
destination yet to be seen

sitting inside idling aircraft
I try to imagine what will
become of tomorrow

february two thousand eighteen
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2 thoughts on “passing through yet again

  1. You know how much I love Sundays! 😉 Great work.

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