poetry by j matthew waters

pretty angels all in a row

the grass is greener today
an exception to the rule

maybe it’s due to the sun
momentarily appearing
a reminder that finer days
used to be the norm

out east old world shadows
are hard to come by
while the wild wild west is just that
calling upon accidental heroes
to rewrite recent histories

all the while refugees arrive
by way of land & sea
universally speaking of peace
& waving in an army of angels

october two thousand twenty-one
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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