Found Poetry 893

1/8/22

I gulp the light
on the highway singing
I possess every percent
eating the lines on the road
I go where the carrot takes me
where the sprawls go

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

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