Found Poetry 471

12/22/20

the grave makes things level
opaque dirt walls they worship
the public walks over the leaves
rubbing the old worn stones
a dark door with a soil hinge
propped open for wordless names

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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