poetry by j matthew waters

striking a balance

autumn nearing its end
solitary specter regressing
roaming empty streets and alleys
digressing on thoughts of love
bemoaning intellectual wisdom

safehouses have no vacancy
full moon gives little solace
though somewhere in the city
a fire burns with purpose
bringing the dead back to life

november two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserve

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