poetry by j matthew waters

an angel in critical need of repair

I dreamt I had wings
its feathers in various
shades of grey
stretching them to the limit
as I stood tall atop
the empire state building

in the dream I sprung
from the ledge in a swan dive
crashing back to earth
in slow motion
the eyes behind my head
madly moving rapidly

may two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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