A Little Lost Leaf

Far too long and

Deep into the weeds
Between stoned and not
There’s naught but

An exhale of difference
Except now the depression
Scuds low enough
To envelope me
Much like a riptide
Dragging my sorry ass
Far out to sea
A tiny speck
All but submerged

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At Staples just now
They asked 8 bucks plus

For a little black notebook
But why pay such

A high price
For poems that
May just as well
Remain thought
But unwritten?