From Dust

Oh to be a forgotten poet
Deep in an old format file system
In some corner of the internet

In a bashed banana box
At the bottom of a second-hand shop

And to talk to you,
Living breathing lover of human verse
Who found me in the dust.
You are why I wrote.

In the poets tree, to be,
No trunkline verse,
But an abandoned branch.

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