poetry by j matthew waters

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new york state of mind

it was a hot dog kind of day
not the kind you buy in the grocery store
but the meaty ones from a push cart
or your local neighborhood tavern
served any which way you like
with corn fritos and your favorite beverage

it was an indiscreet
and unsuspicious kind of day
one in which you can express your feelings
without exaggeration or superficiality

go ahead and pick one
out of 35 variations
or better yet create your own
like the way you used to do

may two thousand nineteen
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