poetry by j matthew waters

invisible people

I step out the front door
it used to always be unlocked
during normal business hours

I check my pockets for keys
let the damn thing
swing shut behind me

there are far fewer cars
pedestrians & pigeons
vying for my attention
equating to less noise
and more sounds
block in & block out

from point A
it’s just a few more blocks
to the river
does anyone not notice
how it ebbs & flows
depending upon the mood
of all the invisible people

december two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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