poetry by j matthew waters

back pocket

we keep planting seeds not knowing
what if anything will come out of the ground

sometimes we are pleasantly surprised
yet other times we chalk the results
up to luck of the draw

there is nothing charming about bad seeds
but somehow we learn to live with them

every so often I go back to the clinic
to have them tested
and each time they’re slightly different
the good doctor telling me
there is nothing wrong with change

given a clean bill of health
I bring home a new garden spade
hang it unceremoniously on the wall
a packet of wildflower seeds
shoved inside my back pocket

june two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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4 thoughts on “back pocket

  1. Beautifully penned.

  2. Shawna on said:

    I love this so very much — like you’re going to make babies with a wildflower woman.

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