poetry by j matthew waters

test crash copilot

in the passenger seat
clicking the present tense
mile after endless mile

history in the rearview
passing me by in real time
random projections traveling
at ninety miles per hour

at this speed I imagine
I’ll shortly reach my destination
the one mapped out at birth
according to the universe

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

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