~ Pleasant Street

breeze through the screen
leaves the heat out on the road
the haze drifted off
yesterday’s humid coma
fighting it out with the clouds

Published by Pleasant Street

Pleasant Street appears to be stuck in 1948, via a time-machine of her own design. Around these parts people call her Rose. She is a moody poet and a frustrated writer of stories. Movie lover. Cake eater. Bread baker. She is still trying to figure out a way to use baked goods as currency.

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