Poems That Escape.....

Out walking, or was I out thinking?

Whatever it was I unfortunately





There they lay, at my feet

in a muddled huddle.

Just when I thought I had the makings

of a brand new poem

they escaped

before I could catch them.

Should I pick up the pieces,

like a prompt,

and make them kind of fit?

No, I'd rather leave those words

just where they landed

and let them be.

Tomorrow is another day.....

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