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a piece of me

lost to the ages
I wrote snippets of thoughts
onto scraps
of colored paper
stuffed them into my front pockets
—and left the city
for the country

there I bowed to the sungod
unstuffing my thoughts
from my front pockets
—like butterflies they flew
away from my hands
into an endless blue sky
—up up & away they went
and suddenly
I felt a piece of me
go with them





october two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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