365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Seven

it is a cold day to smoke.
devoted to my addictions I.
bundle up, hunker down,
curse the wind.
early afternoon and I am.
still alive, it’s a good feeling.
yellow to red surrounds and.
the reprieve is over, so.
time to adjust.
it is the human condition.


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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