poetry by j matthew waters

out of time

flashing back to sixty-nine
miracle mets ruining my summer
and the ensuing autumn
forever stamped as an asterisk
in my playbook

in november I received
a green single-speed schwinn
for my birthday
but was forced to postpone
its maiden voyage
until the late february thaw

it was a long and lonely winter
(that much I remember)
and I was afraid
even then
that I was going to run out of time

how little did I know

december two thousand eighteen
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2 thoughts on “out of time

  1. How torturous that must have been.

    What do you ride now?

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