write & discard

leaving
miles of ink
between
the first screed
and its reread

reaching
fever pitch
and panting
that words should
flow as water
until the well
runs dry

scraping ground
in desperation
digging
your ambition
a smidgen deeper
for i am
still…
…thirsty

hitchhiking
with a thumb out
headed back around
to chart the course
when these
once discarded
words
become discovered
once again.