poetry by j matthew waters

bridgeout road

taking the road less traveled
now that’s an ambition
that never gets old
whether concrete or asphalt
gravel or dirt
it makes no difference
the scenery affected by the
latest weather report
a consistent manipulation of sorts
the century-old bridge at the very end
blown to pieces [time & again]
by the mind’s eye

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

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