poetry by j matthew waters

restless & willing

I don’t know what it means
to feel your pain
how different it must be
than my own
irrefutable & non-replicable

how do you channel it
turn it into something new
earth in the palm of your hand
creating karma w/a
little wind & fire & spit

I once read you can’t
take it with you
wealth & promises & lies
but what you can take
hovers in the background
restless & willing

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

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