poetry by j matthew waters

coins to spare

he’s taller than the smallest man
has been walking on water for days on end
not as mechanical as before
yet not as fluid as calligraphy

the sun’s been baking the ground
for twenty straight days
it’s near impossible to go barefoot on concrete
unless of course it lines a swimming pool

at the city park there’s a wishing well
as big as the summer sun
water pulsating twenty feet above
showering toddlers sporting pieces of cloth

april two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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