365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Twenty-Five

the owl is wise.
looks inward,
not away.

he knows.
the will.
to save yourself.
needs cultivation.

prime pieces of past.
still haunt, jumping at.
the sound of sirens.

desire bled out in.
Sycho Sid drips.
instead of Ric Flair glory.

neutered by.
a lack of strength.
wasted.

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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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