poetry by j matthew waters

mountain pass

the air is dry but the ground is wet
it’s that time of year small changes
begin to quietly accumulate

as you rummage through the
remnants of autumns past
you swipe through abandoned cobwebs
absolving them into nothingness
using only the palms of your hands

artificial light reflecting off your eyes
you unknowingly digress in time
ancient secrets like recent memories

october two thousand twenty
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2 thoughts on “mountain pass

  1. Beautiful words, John…

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