poetry by j matthew waters

like an angel child

the poem will write itself
there is no need to worry
you just have to free the mind
from whatever heaviness
falsely resides inside

a simple flashing light
whether external or otherwise
can change the future
an apple of unusual delight
wobbling atop a table

if you find yourself
sailing in the multiverse
like some sort of angel child
be sure to rack up the points
on the nebula galilee

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

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