poetry by j matthew waters

the wooden pig

what should we build today
said the artist to the carpenter
the latter sitting silently in the rocker
sipping his tea

the morning sun seemed to move
slowly up the ladder
and the artist paced back & forth
while the carpenter continued to rock
and sip on his tea

what about a pig said the artist
we could build a pig
and paint it pink & white
put it out on display in the front lawn

I could see someone taking it
said the carpenter
stolen from the front lawn
right there in broad daylight

but we haven’t build it yet said the artist

no we have not said the carpenter
what else do you have

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

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