it’s no big thing
that card she flipped
has got to be good karma
no matter how you look at it
it’s that time of year
the garden stretches itself
inviting unwelcome guests
when nobody is watching
she brings in more forces
earthly or otherwise
amassing swords at the border
repeating a pluperfect past
somehow the inevitable meltdown
becomes nothing
but a nonevent
leaving you with a bogey in hand
and a joker to your right
september two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
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