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poetry by j matthew waters

after new year’s eve


they moved the farmhouse
into town some sixty years ago
three stories of memories
packed neatly in tight corners
— a number of dead bodies
once discovered throughout

the new owners hadn’t been told
what they got themselves into
but it’s just a matter of time
before finding out

the rest of the story remains to be told
calendar days by association
— february thirteen
october thirty
december twenty-four





june two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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