poetry by j matthew waters

like a revolving door

how do you let them go
those things you keep in a box
unsealed & unafraid
undefining momentos
keeping secrets only you know

they don’t have to be in a box
these things dying to be understood
a pocket knife
a french cuff
a poker chip from mandalay bay
text & paperback & comic books
a pocket watch & chain

virtually discarded
they will forever remain
[at least metaphysically]
like parting gifts to anyone
either coming or going again

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

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