poetry by j matthew waters

classic sunrise

nothing comes to mind
as the sun rises undeterred
provoking birdsong
nervous anticipation
and artificial light

the forecast calls
for isolated bombings
and more terrorist attacks
the kitchen radio
unable to locate a station

october two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
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