poetry by j matthew waters

plane crash

forty years gone
and nature
has hidden the past

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

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

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

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