poetry by j matthew waters

shadow boxing

it’s better to have the gloves on
you never know
what might come out of
left field
where the shadows start to creep in
around six pm

though the stadium is empty
your mind sees it standing room only
like back in ninety-nine
having lost your way returning
for a hometown match

the moon that night
was high above & bulging
as you kept swinging & missing it
until eventually tiring
setting yourself up
& knocking yourself down

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

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