365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Forty-One

the Mouse works.
anywhere.
early morning music.
and I can smell.
pastries baking.
cutting through.
the clean air.
soon I will see.
the river again.
it always rises but.
god willing.
I can still dream.

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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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