poetry by j matthew waters

angels in my peripheral

I kept believing in my peripheral
but there was nothing there
rural mailbox not a hitchhiker
yellow utility pole not a giraffe

three angels work in the east room
validating dice & drawing straws

you said it was a good place
to unlock & unload
& so away I went to converse
with the sounds inside the woods

once inside I doubted my return
two or three angels in my peripheral

september two thousand twenty-one
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2 thoughts on “angels in my peripheral

  1. John! I love this poem so very much! It now is on my top 10 JM Waters poems!

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