dynamic
angles are always changing
depending on the view
or the tilt of the earth
like a b&w flipbook of the moon
going through the phases
or bulbous-head water tower
near the center of town
occasionally shifting its location
on a stone wall
three pale white angels
quietly bide their time
their dark shadows
ebbing & flowing
like the tides
there is mystery in every
corner of the hour
perspectives coming & going
concrete ideas pixelating
until becoming fleeting
september two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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I love your poem. Anita
thank you very much
Ah, yes, everything is a matter of perspective.
Yes, indeed!
Yes. Good one
Thank you very much.
Welcome
Wonderful!🌼
Merci