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Found Poetry 367


cooking drenched in honey
the tongs transferred
over the gap between the oven and table
from dirty metal bars to clean delicate plates
the wide open floor
looks to gravity
and suffers in wait

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

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