poetry by j matthew waters

rainy days and monday

it rained all weekend
we slept on and off and
dreamed of eating chocolate
ice cream and brewing
flavored coffees

all weekend long
a fire burned in the stove
as we told old tales without
speaking a single word

after sunday came friday
and before we knew it
it was saturday all over again
and oh how the sun did shine

where did the rain go
we asked without thinking
it’s as if time reversed course
and monday became nothing
but an impossible reality

september two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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