poetry by j matthew waters

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in this sacred place

temperatures hovering around zero
for a good ten days now
it’s mid january and we’re so ready
to walk on ice

you don’t have to go out too far
these days to touch the sky
it’s all about augering through
letting the water breathe again
one little inspiration at a time

there’s nothing here to miss
except a warmer sun
and that southern breeze
the kind that keeps the raptors
from circling lower and lower

with each catch we do a little dance
and pass around the flask
perhaps like they once did
some five hundred years ago
in this sacred place

january two thousand twenty
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a day on fictitious lake

she’s pleaded to tag along
and the boys reluctantly agreed
the five of us stuffed inside
my lime green hatchback

fictitious lake was frozen solid
a good eight plus inches thick
perfectly capable of supporting
whatever weight we might carry

checklist included four-man tent
rods and reels and ice auger
life vests and assortment of jigs
5-gallon bucket and case of beer

there must be a rainbow somewhere
she said as the boys drilled into the ice
multi-color parasol above her head
designer aviators shielding her eyes

january two thousand nineteen
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