Scraps

those words
scribbled, jotted
scrawled across the
face of old envelopes
and dull
hearts

elements
spices sitting
poised to pounce
into a pot of poetry
or an essay or
an abstract

kinda makes
you think, wonder
where the meaning is
in the pot or in
the one who
stirs
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