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

The people in the trees.
They don’t remember names.
They struggle towards the sunshine.
They suck to breathe the rain

Their eyes no longer see.
Their ears no longer hear.
Their heart beats slow with longing.
Their legs are locked in fear.

Beware the tracks of sap.
Beware the hidden tears.
Beware exposing rings.
The sign of all their years.

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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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