poetry by j matthew waters

Midnight in Rome

It’s midnight in Rome
& nobody knows
what year it is

Writing by candlelight
has become popular of late
encrypted messages
sent all these centuries
the undeliverables
circulating in the periphery

It’s midnight in Rome
& a little girl is fast asleep
safely in her second story bedroom
her projected outer self
sitting at the window
receiving & translating
writing feverishly
by candlelight

august two thousand twenty
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