poetry by j matthew waters

in disbelief

my friend walks on thin air
carrying a box
wrapped like a present
kelly green with white sparkles
laced with red ribbon

it doesn’t matter what’s inside
be it witchcraft
or magic beans
perhaps a talisman
or winter snowstorm

my friend opens her heart
the rest of us
gazing at night sky
and blinking repeatedly
counting each and every star

november two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserve

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