Found Poetry 1,036

5/17/22

work scenery, an insult
all your profession in a cart
they elbow in a few boxes
each rattle feels like a bullet
smiles on the way out
dirty windows
if you're going through the hall
keep going

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

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