poetry by j matthew waters

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outside of the foothold

mushroom hunting & collecting
stones on a sunny
sunday morning

the river runs through this place
you can hear it from
a mile or so away
you can feel it in your veins
your eyes gradually
become clearer

the stones go in the satchel
the mushrooms
in a bucket
luckily either are easier to find
this time around

some of the trails have
started to fill in from lack of
human footsteps
this place slowly becoming
scarier than it seems

april two thousand twenty-one
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two in hand

see there the man in the bush
what could he possibly want
with a bird in hand

in broader light
the bird could be nothing
but two stones
talkative & strikingly glossy

one in each hand
he releases them to the gods
like the whitest of doves
forever bound to the firmament
occasionally returning to earth

november two thousand twenty
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life has become cumbersome

standing at the edge
water motionless like ice
casting reflections in my eye
smooth stone within grasp
half the size of a hand
I press and release
press and release
unable to change its shape

past years once a blur
slowly come back into focus
realization setting in
that despite my true intentions
I could neither mold
nor influence nor protect you

some flowers bloom once
and some bloom dead
yet stones accumulate
constantly recirculating
some skipping across water
others creating makeshift walls
temporarily shielding me
from a world I once knew

august two thousand nineteen
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