poetry by j matthew waters

silver blue jewel

I repeat myself
at the risk of sounding old
like the toy dinosaur
stuffed inside the davenport
left there as a surprise
by the mischievous one
the one who tells me
this one is a carnivore
that one an herbivore

in the grander scale of things
they’ve not been gone
that long
some coming back to life
in living rooms
backyards & museums
the silver screen
some discovered on
castaway islands

I repeat myself
at the risk of sounding old
what did you say
we couldn’t hear you

they plead to be told a story
the one when you were a little girl
and the earth herself
was the size
of a silver blue jewel

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

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