Bubble

Inside a giant grape, A safer world pulled out a cascade of lace, gentle blues, heavy reds concrete telephone poles on top of paper-cut telephones huddled together A lightning-rod, distant holes, the white skin of winking and crying lights bobbing distant 'there's more over here' the lights of home, elegant but two-dimensional and thick-skinned perfectly obvious, faded pockmarks on the cheeks of houses like a melody growing taller 'Doesn't it feel, I dunno, special?' I gazed toward the floating docks, clusters of sailboats tied off to the dark, summer sea 'They withstand anything.' Strips of colours twinkled all around the sweat leaking off the summer night, the tight noises and the late breeze. In no time, they started the descent and I could see this layer, faint and tired, super quiet. I just stuck out my hand to grab it: 'It's like picking grapes.' 'A “found poem” is one that is created using only words, phrases, or quotations that have been selected and rearranged from another text. ' https://www.facinghistory.org/resource-library/teaching-strategies/found-poems Photo credits: https://www.freepik.com/photos/grass Grass photo created by freepik - www.freepik.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.