Scott Waters


We were talking
in a sun-spotted cafe

when I looked past your
blue eyes

and noticed
the distant white cliffs

where carving
had begun
on a new
Mount Rushmore

only this time
the four figures
were women

and not mere faces
but flowing bodies
of stone

one with hands
clasped over
her swollen belly

another with a
40 foot long smile
that might have been
a curving vein
of quartz

the two figures
on the right
were only outlines
of shoulders
and hips

natural outcroppings
of a mountain
worn down

by rain


and women’s tears


Scott Waters lives in Oakland, California with his wife and son.  He graduated with a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing from San Francisco State University.  Scott has published previously in The Blue Nib, The Pacific Review, Loch Raven Review, A New Ulster, Adelaide, Better Than Starbucks, Selcouth Station, The Courtship of Winds, Scarlet Leaf Review, The Pangolin Review, Ink in Thirds, and many other journals.

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