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poetry by j matthew waters

starting over


a once scorched earth
now covered in water
the flood gates
no longer operable

didn’t you once say
this place
would be uninhabitable
for anything without
roots or wings or gills

eventually even the plastic
bottles become
useful as bobbers
—artificial fish fishing for fish


june two thousand twenty-four
copyright j matthew waters
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