Found Poetry 425

11/3/20

sounds of voting all around
red, blue, and the smallest green
people flock to a locked box with a slit
handling their paper like a priceless treasure
and only when they believe they feel ready
they drop it

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

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