I find some words
on the sidewalk, discarded letters,
unfinished thoughts,
fragments of conversation,
they adorn
the road,
the roof tops
like fallen leaves.
wind swept
with no rhyme or reason.
I collect them
stuff them into my bag
and take
them home with me.
this is how I try to make
sense of a world gone
wrong.
I need meaning and maybe
this will help.
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