poetry by j matthew waters

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early Sunday morning

Dancing is like bank robbery
it takes split-second timing

— Twyla Tharp

black spray paint to cover the lens
it’s nearly 4 pm at the ATM

the sheriff’s passed out
his deputies going through the motions
three wide awake & calling final finals
two approaching REM sleep
& one sporting a newly pressed uni

by the time she steps on the gas
the black F-150 & yellow forklift
cruise down county home road heading for
the safe house
while back on main street
the Bank of Podunk USA
is soon to find itself
down one 24/7 teller

july two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
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