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poetry by j matthew waters

sentinel on patrol


how they come and go
these fleeting romantic thoughts
ebbing and flowing like the moon herself
incoherent like a far away dream
dying to be understood

rocket ships continue to blast
from this world to the next
feet firmly planted near the lion’s gate
preserving ruins of a love
that was always meant to be




july two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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