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Found Poetry 901

1/9/22

fingers tap the sea anemone
much-poked by a mob of children
moving like rooks to take a piece
shadows of water unrolled
arms stretched to take a drink
the last lunch of the day
ends, sifting reflections

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

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