A honey-coloured property
with a steeped beam ceiling
has grayed.
We hang the rug outside to dry.
Debris caught between
the fiber and the backing
has attracted small bugs.
Camelias and conifers
contemplate rhododendrons
like oil that might drip from a car.Another one of the "found" poems: I had never heard of a "rhododenron", but I liked the way it sounded in the outdoor magazine I borrowed. To make a found poem, take up three books that are different from each other. Then, flip through them for ten interesting phrases total. Make something out of these words.
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