they hardly get out of the way of one’s feet.
No attempt to tame or spoil has been made
they have simply been left alone
and learned to recognize human beings
not as things to be feared.
Cut the bindings off of books found at a used book store. Find poems in the pages by the process of obliteration. Put pages in the mail and send them all around the world. Lather, rinse, repeat.
The idea of having an entire book of poems just waiting to be revealed captured my imagination.
This blog will contain my alterations and subsequent foundpoems.
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