Inside a giant grape,A safer world pulled outa cascade of lace, gentle blues, heavy redsconcrete telephone poles on top ofpaper-cut telephones huddled togetherA lightning-rod, distant holes,the white skin of winking and crying lightsbobbingdistant'there's more over here'the lights of home, elegant buttwo-dimensional and thick-skinnedperfectly obvious, faded pockmarkson the cheeks of houseslike 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 aroundthe sweat leaking off the summer night, the tight noises and the late breeze.In no time, they started the descent andI 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-poemsPhoto credits:https://www.freepik.com/photos/grassGrass photo created by freepik - www.freepik.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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