found art


even if i find it in a book
or i get it for free
it's all valid
poetry

it's out in the wild
behind a tree
it came from everywhere
but not me

even in the sky
for you and me
the moon. a balloon
don't you see?

overheard it in a cafe
while they were speaking
my fingers on the keyboard
stories they were seeking

in the newspaper
i scanned each line
cross anything out
that didn't rhyme

sleeping in my bed
i dreamed my dreams
words echoing  
then flowing like a stream