poetry by j matthew waters

at one with the sea

who will remember the days
on the road
trying to get somewhere

a bridge from nowhere
leads to someone else’s stories
told & untold & retold again

at some point
I’ll remember not the last time
giving birth

it’s an unending cycle
the perennial rose
seemingly dead for decades
comes back to life
on a whim

meanwhile a little dirt
& a pithy memo
float freely inside a bottle

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

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