poetry by j matthew waters

an unambiguous afternoon

it’s too hot to be boiling water
but what else are you supposed to do

there are people being buried alive
& all you have is a flat tire
something tells me you should be
counting your blessings

having been stranded
on the highway for a good hour
one starts to wonder if you can
overdose on vitamin D
the answer is yes & no
but certainly not from the sun

there is too much ambiguity
coming from too many sources
one good reason why things don’t
always go as planned

you tell the tow truck operator
one has to listen first
in order to understand
he nods his head & replies
that is absolutely correct

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

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