365 Days of Poetry: Day Five

Miss me
on open beams
we started:
nine is the number of my reverie.

A yellow book,
a blue bra,
suspicion turned into jokes turned into

Reality.

Both stained with years
the consummation lost
in death throes and
rumour.

The end is the beginning is the end.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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