poetry by j matthew waters

like wild horses

empty pistachio shell
I collect them inside
a glass bowl
its uniqueness
commingling with all the others
like a beautiful horse
inside a stampede

ocean waves inside a shell
how easier could it possibly be
taking in an out-of-body
take a listen
we can drown together

with a little imagination
the shell is but a ship
powered by wayward souls
once racing frightfully
now advancing with purpose
& direction
in perpetuity

january two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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