Found Poetry 441

11/18/20

in a city with a scarlet climate that does not warm
children are playing with chalk outlines
are they homesick or sick of home?
the people do not show weakness even though we are all weak
when guards move the people press record
tomorrow is not promised as uncertainty approaches
you open the gate using subtle picks
and the people find exactly what they need

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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