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poetry by j matthew waters

Subtlety


She walked into the room
a waxing gibbous
with a baby inside
shining brightly
like perpetual hope
as if to say
everyone stop & look
I’ve become the gift bearer

But that was yesterday
her brightness fading
like a silent star
settling into a routine
fit for a Queen
coming changes sublime at best
wild & random thoughts
fading yet still aglow





march two thousand twenty-four
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