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poetry by j matthew waters

bumper crop


he asks me the same question
only ten minutes later
then five & one

I don’t remember you ever
holding my hand
I say to my father
but he cannot hear me
not even with his one hearing aid

here let me turn you up
he says to me
what did you say

your garden looks great
I go on to the say
it should be another bumper
tomato crop

it was all I could do to get them in
he goes on to say
having not remembered
I’d been the one who planted them
just a few months ago


june two thousand twenty-four
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