Found Poetry 801

10/12/21

imagine a photograph of children playing
in a culdesac, they try
to jump a wooden wedge
imagine them moving
a wood frame is all that's left

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

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