Found Poetry….
falls at my feet, or
hangs
on railings on street corners
where someone lost
it. There are c o d i f i e d
words
within words, within
books not
meant to con-
tain them,
or spines of volumes
arrayed on shelves
seem- ingly in- ad- vertently.
Found poetry, is a lost
child, a muse, a metamorphosis
within a chrysalis mind
or a cap that fits.
Found poetry are signs
signalling
new meaning and points
pointing in new directions,
all directions,
or none
at all.
