poetry by j matthew waters

cleaning house

the good china
shattered into pieces
and a collective sigh of relief
naturally ensued

heaven hath no dust
or so I was taught
neither having time
for anything shattered

there are plenty
more memories to shatter
continuing to work
from room to room

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

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