poetry by j matthew waters

the reprise of autumn

at some point I will return
& nothing will be as it seemed

highway 52 has since turned green
all the way from cinnamon roll hill
past the flourishing hamlet of saint donut

the river still runs through everything
creating new veins along the way
mainly thanks to the passage of time
existing in the imagination

the rust on the rocks
have long dusted themselves off
& artificial creations
once made to be transparent
have returned to their original
peacock-like colors

september two thousand twenty-one
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2 thoughts on “the reprise of autumn

  1. Kinda want to visit cinnamon roll hill and the hamlet of saint donut!

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