poetry by j matthew waters

pretending not to be

inside the garden
the wicked garden
tempted as always
taking & giving
as if you’re some sort of
sun god

life is apple pie
dutch apple pie please
a dollop
of vanilla ice cream
a spoon or a fork
it’s your choice

where you may roam
roaming in the wet grass
matters nothing
to anyone
except your own
beautiful self

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

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