poetry by j matthew waters

all on its own accord

I lost you in the fray
breaking away like a lake trout
flying above the surface
& freeing herself from the hook

I felt how you kept looking for me
even though I was gone
having been swept away by the tide
ten or twenty moons ago

as far as the unfinished work
is concerned
pay it no nevermind
for eventually
it is likely
to resolve itself

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

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