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poetry by j matthew waters

plane crash


forty years gone
and nature
has hidden the past
sublimely


metal buried
beneath the earth
the tops of trees
clipped & torn
repurposed over
time

deep in the forest
the songs
sound the best
amphitheater
created by the gods
only few will come
to find





november two thousand twenty-two
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