poetry by j matthew waters


two humans landlocked
on the only continent
left on earth

it is like an island
surrounded by four oceans
but the fact remains

it is a continent
larger than a little planet
as if south america

and africa were conjoined
reunited if you will
adding to the complexity

of a dying planet needing
more trees and moisture
and sunlight

two humans walking
hand in hand
retracing their footsteps

back to the garden
to the one and the only
how can this story ever end

march two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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