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poetry by j matthew waters

one december night


friday night in east village
streetlamps aglow
passersby breathing visibly
hands either gloved
or formed as fists
stuffed inside coat pockets

meteorological winter
yet weeks away
but for tonight
is clear and present
the cloudless sky
boasting all its shiny lanterns




december two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserve

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