poetry by j matthew waters

where was I when all the trees fell

I don’t even remember the year
destruction in the rearview mirror
the leaves never did turn color
come october
people walking the streets afterwards
shaking their heads
and talking to complete strangers

the evening sky
was littered with smoldering dust
making the waning gibbous
look like a dirty dish
covered with smudges

I remember someone knocking
on the front door
silver flashing on shirt pocket
and on the right hip
asking if I knew the year

october two thousand twenty
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4 thoughts on “where was I when all the trees fell

  1. Oh wow. Wow! This is so good John!

  2. An intriguing post

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