Forgotten notes lie at the bottom of bags
along with broken pencils
bits of dirt
forgotten words, prayers
continually trampled
deeper and deeper they sink
as work is piled higher and higher
compressing into one
uncrumple them
unscramble the faded letters
before
at the end of the year they are swept up
into the trash
recycled to pulp and reborn
They still linger there
with the gum wrappers
and discarded things
you cannot throw out
until you have forgot them