poetry by j matthew waters

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this day our daily bread

we worked the fields
wielding sickles
and scattered thoughts of
one day crossing the
border into worlds
before unseen

we step and sway and cut
and sing in praise as
women and children
transform the stalks into
bundles for the wind
and sun to remedy

we left the fields
nearly naked and dotted
with purposeful randomness
our backs still strong
our minds set on preparing
this evening’s meal

september two thousand thirteen
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field of dreams

aggression builds from the stress
of surviving day by day
protecting what space is mine
and jousting with antennae helmeted
ne’er-do-wells who want to steal my girl

numb to the idea my days are numbered
i chirp lullabies out in the open field
promising hundreds of offspring
a seat by the fire before the first frost

july two thousand twelve
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