where the mississippi flows east to west
I know where I’ve been
but not necessarily where I’m going
these city streets all look the same
some running parallel with the river
others perpendicular
without the river I am lost
and sometimes
I find myself running in circles
passing the same dairy queen
once or twice or trice
eventually pulling over
for a chocolate coated dilly bar
as the young lady
hands me back my change
I ask about the river
she rolls her eyes and points
past my shoulder
as if she’s told me a hundred times
october two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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I love this poem.
Thank you, Judy, I’m happy that you do.
You’re welcome Matthew, it has immediate resonance, really great writing.