poetry by j matthew waters

high expectations

she was everything
from start to finish
you name it & it’s done

next door the lights
are low & the sound
is next to nothing

visitors come & go
never for very long
and on occasion

a firefighter or two
might stop by
just to check in

she used to save
lives but like her idol
is unable to save herself

and meanwhile
all the people in her life
rotate in & out

august two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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