poetry by j matthew waters

celebrating another year of peace

it was her birthday the other day
so I sent her some feathers
it wasn’t exactly an inside joke
but she was most appreciative

we were supposed to hang low
instead took a trip elsewhere
two tickets to nowhere
though we were far from alone

I kept having to make changes
turning feathers into stones
stones into double roses
with hardly a place to grow

there was water everywhere
inside this landlocked nation
cleansing all the feathers & stones
continually accumulating

may two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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