poetry by j matthew waters

test pilot

I’ve got this idea
there’s no such thing as life
that there are only snippets
of time you stuff inside your pockets
and then one day
you lay them all out
like a general inside a map room
using a conductor’s baton
to point here & to point there
& before you know it
the war is over

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

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