poetry by j matthew waters

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when pigs fly

I was thinking about that hotel
in memphis
the old one a few blocks north of
beale street
where the ducks live on the roof
and every day around
happy hour
they take the elevator to the first floor
and march single file on the
red carpet
then hop-skip-and-flap
right into the lobby water fountain
for a late afternoon swim

as the patrons quietly applaud
I can’t help but imagine what a scene
it would be
if all of them were pigs

march two thousand thirteen
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