365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Seventy-Three

behind the lines.
behind the ball.
the past is waste.
the past is all.

below the cream.
below the signs.
the present stings.
the present sighs.

above the water.
above the lies.
the future calls.
the future blinds.


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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