poetry by j matthew waters

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a foreigner with wings
surveying the land
the upper air icy cold
crystalized by the sun

they say the invader
is merely a wanderer
having arrived in peace
& perhaps to die here

december two thousand twenty-one
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there’s talk on the street

he was the new kid
everyone has at least one
in their lifetime

wide-eyed and outgoing
or mysteriously shy
people want to know more
like what circumstances
brought her here

maybe he’s not really a kid
but rather some unfamiliar idea
walking confidently down main street
sun stretching her shadow
further than anyone else

some say this town isn’t ready
for someone like him
stealing their thoughts and
rearranging them without
anyone noticing

oh yes she was the new kid
and everyone wanted to love her
like one of their very own

may two thousand nineteen
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stranger in this land

what brought me here is difficult
to explain
almost as if I was abducted
by a team of aliens
and set loose in the city center

something or someone
wiped clean my memory
and the clothes on my body
I was vaguely certain
did not belong to me

as I walk the streets
nothing is familiar
landmarks or architecture
the language or signage
urban animals roaming about

I stuff my hands in my pockets
pull out colorful script
and silver and gold pieces
fairly certain the sum of which
will give me a place to stay
for the night

over time I will come to find
there is inspiration in the streets
in everywhere I go

february two thousand nineteen
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stranger in town

they tell me I should turn myself in
but I respectfully decline

the judge in my case isn’t alive anymore
and his replacement isn’t doing
that much better

so I jump-start my engine and
continue on my merry way
finding myself feeling somewhat
comfortable in this one horse town

good luck trying to find me
I say while turning away after
tipping the barmaid

she flashes me a smile
(or so I would like to think)
and suddenly my imagination
gets the best of me

there’s another town about six
hours away from here
where I’ve come to understand
they welcome total strangers

june two thousand seventeen
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