365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Sixty-Nine

old father william.
has much to teach.
with sammy davis eyes.

alice learned a mushroom.
can help you say goodbye.
to immaturity and spite.

clarity has come for me.
in quiet mornings.
on the porch.

and friends who know.
my battered life.
has run its course.

the hat’s the thing.
they know no bounds.
and help a pawn be queened.

i’ll see the day.
you fall away.
and know the greatest peace.

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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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