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.