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Found Poetry 1,074


the world is the meeting house
each season spiritual
the air floats with us

verses of nakedness
on an alter of orders
whispering rhymes

the serpent is literate too
its whole body is a pen that curves
and writes to us on green and brown paper

it leaves love note after love note
we read each as a death threat
so it sheds its skin to start over

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

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