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poetry by j matthew waters

back where I used to be


something has me under a spell
so much so it’s unnoticeable

there is fish to be caught
dirt to be kicked
there are mountains to be climbed
rocks to be skipped

they say something skips a generation
but it’s not the insanity card
I’ve gone looking for the what
since learning
it’s entirely attainable

I’m not where I used to be
though my orbit is small
second guessing what I know to be true
I find myself back
where I used to be





june two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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