poetry by j matthew waters

bounty hunters

we walked the railroad tracks
ever closer to cedar county
word having reached us
many many miles ago
the villain was at it again

back at the boarding house
the tarot card reader
practiced her lines in the mirror
patiently waiting for her
next unsuspecting victims

truth be told if it wasn’t for her
we’d have some common sense
instead we were horseless
making up for past mistakes
heading in the right direction

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

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