Found Poetry 898

1/9/22

it is fine to pivot
when chance rises
dice have six sides
or earth colors
made from black craters
found corner to corner
opposite of each other
cannonball speckled path
the future cackles back
lines drawn so vivid

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

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