poetry by j matthew waters

on the fringes picking up pieces

you see me in your dream
taking notes on the sidelines
while the rest of the gang
sit on high like a panel of judges
or a murder of crows
calling on the next witness

I keep my wings tucked
inside my black jacket
pacing back and forth
along the roadside
keeping my mouth shut
and pretending I’m all alone

you’re the only one
recognizing me for who I am
perfectly capable of joining
your little inner circle
but modestly more at ease
scavenging on my own terms

march two thousand nineteen
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5 thoughts on “on the fringes picking up pieces

  1. Shawna on said:

    This is surreal and made me tear up. Prisoners have been picking up trash on our road for a couple of days, being supervised by gun-guys in a truck. Anyway, your poem was incredibly touching to me because of what I’ve been feeling.

  2. I like this poem too, the message and the feeling of being on the outside by choice. I can relate.

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