poetry by j matthew waters

with little to no effort

they say it’s time
to roll stones down the hill
and pick up rocks
along the water’s edge

it’s a solitary affair
an out-of-body experience
meant to leave you questioning
what could possibly
come next

you feel the eyes
of the earth & land & sea
watching your every move
including slinging rocks
toward the moon
and rolling stones
up the long lost forgotten hill

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

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