poetry by j matthew waters

lone wolf

it was a day to be creative
in a regimental kind of way
voluntary confinement
practicing silence in the mirror
solidarity to the self

it’s a craft needing feeding
desirous without comprehending
setting out for the night
following the scent of the wind
and a filtering moonlight

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

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