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poetry by j matthew waters

fish and toast on sunday morning


and then there were just
the two of us
yielding to the god of wine
on the back deck
minutes before sunrise

the rest said
they were going down to the river
to see if the catfish were biting

that was at least a couple of hours ago

they took with them the last of the red
but I said do not worry darling
we’ve yet to open the last of the white




october two thousand nineteen
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