365 Days of Poetry: Day Eighteen

Just a bit of catchup.

force of habit
one puff
two
they all fall down
to ashes:
cigarettes, candles,

collections–
a dirty word
bringing
an attack on the rainforests
an inconvenient ring.

the price of solitude
is too high.

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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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