365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Nineteen

we used to drive.
for no reason.
other than.
the hope of new horizons.

I remember trees.
and laughter.
and cheddar bacon.
potato skin chips.

rolling back from.
mountains on.
a donut that conquered.
route forty.

strange I met her.
the night we.
visited.
what it’s known for.

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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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