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poetry by j matthew waters

coming down from the high


it’s a few minutes past november
and already I’m bracing for the calm

at some point I won’t be able to speak
the obvious truth
having already crossed the golden bridge
standing & waiting on the other side

in the meanwhile I continue my research
attempting to prognosticate
(with a little help from la niña)
how this very november
will be remembered
long after the first day or spring




november two thousand twenty
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