Found Poetry 1,032

5/8/22

all feathers no flock
servitude to the V shape
the pulse of the sky
to split and arrive
perching only to plan
cutting and silent
in the daylight shrines

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

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