empty things make me cry
used up and cast aside
crushed and wadded
reminders laying
dirty and forgotten
in gutters
blown
along midnight streets
ever notice that
nothing of the world
ever reaches such state
except what we create
one never sees
an empty flower
a disposable tree
a used up river
i realized today
watching people
along a busy street
humans are
never empty
never used up
never useless, for all
we often
think otherwise