poetry by j matthew waters

café au lait

birthmark upon my face
for what reason do I deserve
your benign designation

is she a flower or a weed
a ship sailing across the sea
destination unknown

what past truth lives inside
commandeering my dreams
seeking to be found

oh how mere strangers
stare & point in my direction
at my poetic imperfection

january two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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