poetry by j matthew waters

one thing leads to another

let me see
let me gather my thoughts
like I gather flowers in the garden
one precise cut at a time

there is something on my mind
it lingers like a ghost
on the shady side of the garden
I sit & wait for it to edge closer

some days are easier
than others
that is widely known
and those that are not
drop hints & clues along the way
a subtle progression
that keeps me wanting more

april two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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