poetry by j matthew waters

opening of the skies

the river is low & the tomatoes are green
and the valley is thirsty for rain

what did you say I was not listening
for you see there is only fire in the sky
and I am unable to look away

I don’t know about you
but I can’t explain a single thing
happening on these populated streets

and once the sun fades away
the heart rate may slow down
though none of this magically disappears

from the beginning the river was low
before the prophets awoke from their sleep

august two thousand twenty-one
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