poetry by j matthew waters

brown paper bags

having too much knowledge
sometimes you need to
stuff some in a sack

in a sack stuffed inside
a cupboard
a pantry
a closet or a freezer

downtown the panhandlers
say mister mister
can you spare a sack

while the pickpockets
simply take what they may

in hemingway’s novella
the old man took a lifetime of sacks
out to sea
but that didn’t end up well
— or did it

is knowledge ever expanding
like the universe
or is it finite like an odorless gas
contained inside a sack

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

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