Found Poetry 607

4/22/21

steamship in the twisting river
demon frigate of bouyant rock
sideways like eyesight catching
swung ragged by the icewind
groaning from all points bursting
marching only by inertia pitted
nestling into the battle of sunrise

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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