poetry by j matthew waters

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thankful for what they had

they had a border collie
to keep the cows honest
barking enthusiastically
and always smiling

they had a rooster
occasionally unreliable when
rainy mornings drowned-
out cock-a-doodle-doos

they had silos and barns
and backyard sheds
wherein they protected
hopes and dreams
and amazing machinery

before suppertime they sat
in silence holding hands
thankful for what they had
praying for those who had not

august two thousand sixteen
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where does it stop

in pregnant fields
tractors with high beams
gobble up grain in the dark
turning golden ground into
piles of dirt

cereal-mobiles rumble
on gravel roads carved
through ever-swollen hills
fueled by ethanol and
kicking up dirt

rolling stock races
for the eastern seaboard
destined for distant lands
where little bluebirds
play in dirt

november two thousand thirteen
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