Found Poetry 620

5/3/21

my ideas inhabit the blanks
filling the spaces with murky black ink
sometimes blue
as a laborer with his trowel
using first day on the job movements

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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