poetry by j matthew waters

where the women sing

I was asked to step down & so I did
thirty-some steps & right-handed steel railing
assisting me to the banks of the river

it’s not like I’ve not done this before
time & time again so long ago
cracks in the concrete like an old story
artistically enhanced & completely believable

who’s calling me is subject to interpretation
I suggest you theorize for yourself
since all you have to work with are a few
printed words & more circulating in the air

there’s a boat anchored past the rocks
sails down & seemingly deserted
imaginary lifeline meeting me halfway

may two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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