Pieces of You

So what do you do with the pieces of poems you don't use? The parts you've consolidated?
especially if you still like them? Make a new?

Here is part of IPHOTO I did not use or consolidated:



Not a rushing roar
but what starts as a gentle
kiss upon the sand
that goes on
on
on
then pulls seaward.
The action is all underneath the water,
rolling the bottom.

It wanes with the moon.
Years, across time,
Sometimes storming my dreams.
I am unaware.
Other times buried deep in sand,
uncovered in decades.
It only takes minutes.
It's buried treasure now
not the scraps of trash(debris?)
from youth I threw away.