Discarded

I have been left
lying around
the side
of my own 
life like 
rubbish 
waiting to 
be picked
up
and thrown
in its
proper
place.

I blow out here
too loose, too 
free to 
look and 
see what I
really am:
a plastic bag
a lollipop
a piece of paper
blowing in the 
wind.

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