poetry by j matthew waters

santa ana winds

there is desperation in the wind
causing fires to spread
and lonely thoughts to cave in
good lord handing out hail marys
like there is no tomorrow

it’s 4:30 in the morning
and you tell yourself the sun
may never rise again
and somehow you forgive yourself
finally resigned to fall asleep

april two thousand eighteen
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6 thoughts on “santa ana winds

  1. I have felt that last stanza too well. When you’re just so devastated and up all night you think the sun may never come. But it does, and it always will. Amazing piece John.

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