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Found Poetry 1,092

9/20/22

as I shop for groceries
surveying each vegetable and fruit
as a telescope
breaking the horizon with hope
to see the special strings spinning
faint inexpressible privilege
serving up dreams
I guard in my cart for later

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

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