poetry by j matthew waters

Color TV

The city center is dead
like Lazarus of Bethany
three days removed from reality
soon to go on four

There are fewer varieties
of pigeons sweeping the streets
and even fewer homeless
following not much further behind

Looking for food here
is becoming a scarcity
leftovers abruptly becoming
buried with the past
aeries and penthouses
gradually vacated

Behind some high-rise windows
so many untold stories
behind off-white shrouds
varying degrees of light
flit & flutter like a butterfly
suggesting there may be life after all

april two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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2 thoughts on “Color TV

  1. Christ is Risen! I just love this poem, my friend!Sending you warm hugs from Athens!

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