Writing words in the gutter

In the moment,
  so pristine.

Tracing through the leaves,
   and grime,
      moment of creation.

Watching in sadness,
  as the street cleaner takes them away.

Never to be seen.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes our words disappear before they are ever seen...much like beautiful leaves in the fall that die and fall from the tree before ever being seen....nice analogy here.

[Jon Roggie]

I know it may sound odd, but I don't always like the words I write. Part of writing with emotion. I like these ones, but they make me sad.