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

neighbors.
new stories unfold.
strange.
no brother today.
but there is a second.
white car on the street.
and there is a new.
smoker on the curb.
shaved head.
blank tank top.
contrast.
to the sharp badges.
and buttoned shirts.
of his relatives.

the kids were new too.
laughing and fighting.
all evening.
a punctuation to.
the tasks of motherhood.

my mother would have.
made me say hi.
play nice.
shake hands.
his choices have.
worked out so far.

I let it be.

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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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