Josh Matthews Poetry

I saw a picture of Mary Oliver today,
The first I’ve seen, I think.

Wind blown hair, chunky glasses,
On the back of a slim volume
About understanding poetry.

I’m not sure why I avoided
The sight of her, the image of her,
A certain way of knowing and seeing.

“Never meet your heroes,” perhaps.

Gatorade Zero

We create such beautiful things and hide them in the lowliest of places.

The orange glow of Gatorade would move us to tears if it fell upon us in a late autumn sky.

But it is really no less beautiful here or now.

It is we who are changed.

Morning. Song,,🐦🐦