poetry by j matthew waters


there is anger in your voice
out of nowhere it reappears
a burst of emotion
intense but short-lived
like an exploding firework

it resolves itself
without any explanation
an inner code
hidden but passed on
by someone you likely
have never known

there is much research
yet to be done
and so you retreat
back to solitary confinement
to your white chalk & blackboard

december two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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