poetry by j matthew waters

secret weapon

it’s usually stashed somewhere
but never misplaced
like under loveseat pillow
or somewhere in sock drawer

as of late though
there seems to be a problem
now that I need it most
it’s suddenly nowhere to be found

superstitions and talismen
have always been my weakness
I’ve never learned to live without them
under any circumstance

but now
now that I find myself alone
alone on this makeshift man-made island
I’ve time to reconsider
just how important they really are

crawling along pristine coastline
I’m finally experiencing the thrill of
discovering long lost treasure

august two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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