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Bits and Pieces

I find them all the time

bits of paper

words scribbled on napkins

crumpled envelopes

that hide in the bottom of my purse,

or fall from my pocket

when I pull out my keys,

pieces of me

starts of poems

a thought that whispered

softly in my brain,

lines and words that wait

patiently to become a poem,

so I gather them up

all these bits and pieces of me

and one by one

discard them to the trash.