sometime after sunset
as old stories unravel
new possibilities begin
artfully rewriting your own
character
right there in the streets
of portland oregon
some catch on early
seeing right through the fabric
of santa & the great pumpkin
of organized religion
or the deep state itself
[while far too many others
fall for the latest mousetrap]
it stands to reason
one mistruth leads to another
but at some point
all good things must come to end
imagine now
everything you ever imagined
never belonged to you
december two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
John… this is really really good. Loved every line.
Thanks so much, Tara, I’m happy you think so.
I do so love your poetry (and photos!!)