poetry by j matthew waters

arabian desert

these voodoo dark blue skies come
out of nowhere and leave you paralyzed

birds falling out of clouds like clay pigeons
black and bloating and unexploding

wings swooping like kites with sheet-like tails
twisting and turning and fighting the wind

pirouetting and nosediving supersonically
exploding and resurrecting youthfulness

february two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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