poetry by j matthew waters

where do we go from here

I knew his intentions
from the very beginning
having picked me up just before
noon in the big boat convertible
six rolling rock tall boys
sweating in the back seat

we find ourselves on unfamiliar
backroads without directions
he calmly says
he’s got this one
as we slow things down
and gradually ratchet up the hill

once at the top I close my eyes
he raises his hands off the wheel
suddenly recreating
a scene he’s always known
and me instantly realizing
this time he’s not alone

january two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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