365 Days of Poetry: Day Ninety-Eight

Carrie said to Sally:
“I’ve found us a new friend.”
So off they went,
across the road,
though her mother wouldn’t bend.

Sally felt so nervous.
She looked from side to side,
ten times, to left, to right, until
Carrie pulled her to the Drive–

which had always seemed to Sally,
a strange and useless Way.
Parallel to the only Road,
that mattered in her day.

They made it without incident,
across the blackened Street,
and walked up to a narrow house,
like any they’d seen.

“Knock, knock,”
Carrie’s knuckles caressed the door.
Soon came a small girl, a lighter version of her.

“Come in,” called the brother, standing behind.
Sally felt something snap in her mind.
Maybe it was breaking the rules she knew,
walking farther than she was allowed to do.

Carrie stepped forward, flashed her Steven Tyler smile:
“Hey Sara, meet Sally, can we come in for a while?”


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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