poetry by j matthew waters

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a matter of black and white

it’s never too late to get started
seeing things for the first time
whether walking through walls
or flying high in the sky

black birds too numerous to count
become motivated by changing winds
amassing in tradition and spirit
swirling like fast moving cloud

oh yes there are darker days ahead
or so says the prognosticator
white dove perched on shoulder
whispering secrets in her ear

sometimes the truth is in flight
other times walking on thin air
appearing and disappearing
like the great houdini himself

november two thousand eighteen
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heartbreak and misery

castaway doves pick at debris
stretched across the beach
turning white into off-white
and sunsets into nothing

groups of people walk along
waving trash pickers & grabbers
like out-of-control metal detectors
stashing treasure into potato sacks

the fog used to roll in here
like clockwork every foggy morning
setting the tone for an uneventful day
but now all we are left with is this
god-forsaken sun

september two thousand seventeen
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