poetry by j matthew waters

leap year

I’m hoping this is the worst case scenario
but I must present it as it is
or at least how I see it

for you see I’ve taken some liberties
in my own projections
my modeling not exactly scientific
but probably not too far from reality

I study your face as you take it all in
and I worry like I’ve never worried before
thinking to myself chances are slim to none
we can get back to where we were
just a few short months ago

the older I get the more I realize
I know less & less than the average man
and though I try to pretend otherwise
the only thing I know for certain
next year will be one day shorter

may two thousand twenty
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