poetry by j matthew waters


you never get the whole story
just bits & pieces
sometimes from a single source
some of the sources
you wish you could undo

you shake your head
most of the time
an occasional laugh or chuckle
somehow getting through
an unofficial approval
wooden cane bartered at the market
for three whole bucks

the number of times
you’ve fallen fluctuates
from one source to the next
and the existence
of this so-called stick
is subject to interpretation

september two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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