365 Days of Poetry: Day Forty-Seven

row me down the river.
this is what beauty can be.
i see the shadows on the sand.
i see the churning sea.

take me to the Chelsea.
the Campfire awaits.
we’ll strum into the night.
we’ll make up all the waste.

back home i am calling.
stand up, all is clear.
the balance of reality.
helps me learn to heal.

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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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