poetry by j matthew waters

tripping on a wire

we’re going back to nature
cooking up our own microdoses
bringing our senses back to life

the city is finally far away
having left by way of high wire
after arriving looking up
to my old-time friends
teaching me to breathe (again)

there is much to be found
at eye level & on hands & knees
recipe in tow
& delicate ingredients
at my fingertips

april two thousand twenty-one
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