poetry by j matthew waters


on the fringes
of poetry & geopolitical
suddenly the voices
once repeating
serenity now
are one by one
shut down

do you remember
what january
everything changed
or is that a
made-up thing
created inside a
time capsule
orbiting the sister star

white-haired wizard
weaponizes weather
storms smolder
& smother
in a natural sort of way
bouts of ego
bent on destruction
angel eyes awaiting

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

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