poetry by j matthew waters

alien craft in the woods

I thought it was a dream
how I woke one morning & hiked
through the thirteen acre wood

the smell of some sort of metal
a slight but persistent taste on my tongue
guiding me closer to the crash site

an alien craft took out a ticket of hackberry trees
a quarter of the stern stuck
inside the earth
the bow pointing skyward at a
forty-five degree angle
its silver coating sparkling from
the nine o’clock sun

I took photo after photo on my iphone
attempting but unable to find
a window or door or escape hatch
leading me to believe
there is only one way to get in or out

august two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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