somewhere it is raining
where ducks once floated
now feed on algae-like grass
echoes in the valley
bounce off the bluffs & dissipate
into a stream
that once
was a river
raptors surveil from up high
zeroing in on the lowest denominator
—their symphonic wings
ushering in
the distant lightning
october two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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“their symphonic wings
ushering in
the distant lightning”
How gorgeous.
I’ve read this about five times in a row now. It is flawless. It very much captures the darkness that lingers, the loss of what was once known, the replacement by something dreadful. The world has lost all reliability and safety. This feels very much like end times. Still, what a beautiful poem.
Thank you for commenting on this piece.
wow.
thank you margaret…not sure where this one came from & I’m okay with that
out of left field is always the best!