poetry by j matthew waters

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New Year’s Day

There is change in the air
smoke from wood burning stoves
linger above rooftops

Plows clearing streets
snowmen cropping up at an alarming rate
crows welcoming the dead
wingspans boldly contrasting
against whitened sky

Nobody saw the sunrise today
at least not in these parts
where there is no connectivity of
any kind to any grid

There are neighborhood stores
and places of worship and refuge
and children freely play outside
even on the coldest of winter days

new year’s day two thousand eighteen
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january rain

she told me she liked a good cliché
liked how it felt against the
tip of her tongue

she was the kind of gal
who loved to french kiss for hours
or so she told no one

I remember her telling me on
new year’s eve
to be at the bus stop at noon
where she’d pick me up and
we’d go picnicking in the park

it rained throughout the night
and well into the morning
and though the buses don’t
run on sundays
there I sat in the dark
wondering where she was

june two thousand fourteen
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new year revolution

we went underground with new people
the ones we always wanted
to hang with
but never configured coordinates
exactly right

smuggling firearms and ammunition
inside gift-wrapped packages
we took off
on one-way interstellar flights
prospecting peace

a new revolution bravely speaks
against centuries of hate
taking off
with old ideas in real-time practice
to change the world

january two thousand fourteen
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