poetry by j matthew waters


there is this hope
that exists all on it’s own
and sometimes
we understand it
like there’s no tomorrow
and other times
it’s the most elusive thing
in the world
like a pearl in a locket
buried in the past

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

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2 thoughts on “digging

  1. So true. Love this poem, John.

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