Found Poetry 808

10/31/21

beads of earth define tomorrow
summery seasalt homes
traveling years toppled in waves

moving the shells around

clouds are turrets
we are waterproof but also lured
gentle though rough from burns

we drive in the getaway car of what we've learned

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

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