A found poem, from The Poetry Home Repair Manual, by Ted Kooser. It jumped off the page and grabbed me while I was sipping coffee, minding my own business. I’ve only added line breaks and omitted a few stray words. Thanks to Mr. Kooser for writing this wonderful definition, and for writing all his fine and extraordinary poems.
There’s a toy
much like a kaleidoscope
but without the colored chips.
You look through it
and see whatever Is.
Turn it
towards just about anything
and what’s beyond you
becomes interesting.
This is how some poems work.
