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Found Poetry 443


the elevation sings fortune
chisel to stone over and over
landscapes rattle angry
the treasure withdraws deeper into its burrow
can we disregard the sermons
from the sect of soil?
tinkering with tillage
it looked better on paper

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

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