A Found Poem

It might have been written

on a napkin and stuffed into a pocket

or the back of a work order in a construction yard

a post it note or clean white sheet of paper

neatly folded

put into a shirt pocket

it might have been lost

and lamented

or forgotten

or even discarded when the writer

came to his senses

but it is written

and it will be written again

and again

and this will go on

in some form

forever

and it will speak of truth

of desire

of injustice

or simple beauty

it will come from the heart

and it will

beg plead and demand

it will seek

it will cry out

it will compel

and because you

picked it up and read it

it will live