Who will save this town?

The examined life is

everyday reimagined.

What we cannot see is

the new normal, designed

for a more spirited drive.

When remaking change

keep it loose, be moved. 

Artifice is so unpretty.

Our most important mark

is this wild kingdom.  

— Drew Myron


Lost, found, reconfigured. When words don't flow, I dip into those already composed. This poem is created entirely from headlines and adlines in the latest The New York Times Style Magazine. I've added is and a when for transitional purposes. 

I like to play with words, and found poems reduce the pressure to write "good." Sometimes the path to good is a road near borrow (with attribution).

Want more? Check out these excellent visual found poems: 

Sarah J. Sloat - poems in the pages of Misery, a novel

Judy Kleinberg - cut-n-paste poems 

Mary Ruefle - a master of visual poetry

Austin Kleon - king of the blackout poem 


See some of my found poems: 

Instructions, exactly

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