poetry by j matthew waters

talking to god

grieving ground
trembles and rumbles
children in bare feet
running through the jungle
sometimes smiling
learning firsthand
about death
one day at a time

a river runs through
its heart center
a pulsating lifeline
promising something
than mere survival
teaching firsthand
about life
one death at a time

august two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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