Found Poem

There is a whole wall of windows.

The floor is all tiles, shining brightly.

Plenty of doors, locking us in a child’s prison.

A poster of King Lear, glaring at all who pass by.

The schools staircase, letting us move freely.

Columns holding up the roofs above us.

There was a control room, giving us power over light.

Seniors everywhere, chatting away.

Kids drinking from water fountains.

A bearclaw sign motivating the students.