poetry by j matthew waters

hope in this world

the lines are infectious
now the whole world is at a standstill
the little one tested positive
waiting on a number to be called

to mask or not to mask
that has become the question
bad actors reciting shakespeare
contradicting the next conspiracy

there are so many open seats
at this year’s final table
be prepared to answer yes or no
when they call your number

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

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