poetry by j matthew waters

on this once chromatic planet

the sun is mine again
having wrestled it back
from faceless thieves
who had robbed me at gunpoint
along the lonely road to redemption

they carried with them
countless possessions
items undoubtedly dug up
on moonlit nights
from fields where lilies & poppies
flourish exponentially

no longer traveling alone
my companion is my guide
taking me to places
a journey free from the absurdities
of an all too fleeting life
on this once chromatic planet

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

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