wherever you may go
as much as I think I should
I don’t pretend to know you
stranger in the midday sun
dancing in the city park
as if nobody is around
I sense undercover angels
hovering above you
unseen agents pulling strings
adding to your improvisations
interpreting forward movement
though grief is your dance
your eyes tell me otherwise
giving me pause and hope
that you may extend your hand
and take me with you
april two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
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AH, this is fffantastic
Thank you very much, Lara!
oh this is so lovely…
Glad you think so, thank you, Denise.
I so enjoy this work. I’ve read and re-read several times. With each I finding a greater imagined familiarity. Very nice!
Thank you very much, Jo, it’s a pleasure knowing you enjoy my poetry.