bits of yellow paper
napkins folded in fours
business cards pamphlets
cardboard pizza boxes
palms of hands
even dollar bills
scrawled with china markers
bic pens sharpies pencils
covered in one-liners
bursts of inspiration
poems without an end
stuffed into books
(only the ones i read)
tucked away waiting
to be elaborated
not nessecarily kept
secret from you
just shy little seedlings
waiting to germinate
and bloom