~ Pleasant Street

I won’t apologize
for not being what you imagined
I am not sorry you are sad
it is the only way to get
to green grass and shelter–
to spring

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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