poetry by j matthew waters

run for the hills

the perpetual valley
center cut via a thin line
barely meandering
though trickling just fine

cabins are spotted all along the way

I’ve told her it’s too late
for anyone to come back home
let alone her

speculators have become
aplenty lately
and I’m beginning to think
they’re starting to make sense

one day a long long time ago
someone had to have said
this here
this here is the final frontier

little did that someone know

february two thousand twenty-three
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2 thoughts on “run for the hills

  1. Sydney Stone on said:

    Beautiful imagery! A trundled wagon ride? A camper pulled over to the side? Both apt I feel.

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