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

still awake at 4AM.
it’s been a long, long time.
since I could taste the City.
since my moments were purely mine.

the trees, they’re not all the same.
contorted by sidewalk and smog.
streetlamps make fairy-fart shadows.
orange-tinged magical laws.

I sit on the stoop, I’m a local.
an unmarked flies down Harford Road.
this is me, independant.
this is what I sold.

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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

4 responses to “365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Twenty-Nine

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