Lost & Free

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I wrote a poem
Then left it in a drawer
For years
It lay forlorn
Wedged underneath
Odds and sods
Forgotten things
Remnants too good to bin
That might be useful
For something
A treasure trove of
Pins, buttons, plasters
Single pills
Nothings
One day in search of thread
I spied the mottled page
The words not quite decayed
Had remained unread
I placed it on the counter top
Beside my cup of tea
When I returned
My cup was washed
The poem had been set free