Don’t tell anyone ….

I’m leaving a few words on the side of the road:

discarded remains of ideas;

trumped up claims I forgot to validate;

language too plain to be spoken in poems.

I suspect that each time I pass, I will wonder

who has gone through the debris

And no doubt will soon forget it was mine to begin with

until some faint echo calls me back and I

write this poem with my own lost words.

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