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Found Poetry 1,021


along the dirt
looking like the ash of war
we follow the roots downward
to where water once gushed
we listened
the pole doesn't fish any longer
just a stick with a useless thing on the end
the stillness told us
ripples were expelled
cracks in the ground like words trying to escape
a tragedy of indifference

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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