by Jeph Johnson


I sorted through old papers,
letters and scribbles and spiral notebooks
pondering poems to jump start
recollecting thoughts I might have forgotten
finding only fragmented feelings
I wondered the reasons
to hold onto these remnants
nothing from the past seemed to matter any more
right now they are just lying there
in a pile under my desk
perhaps they've not made me who I am today
but who I'll be tomorrow

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