Words that hum
taut lines
an effortless bridge from image to image
at the end, the aha.
But me
I get a few good line breaks,
a metaphor, a clever image,
a poignant note,
correct spelling even.
Apparently solid and firm.
Later,
like night dreams at sunrise,
snowflakes on the window pane,
the words dissolve
and I am left with cross outs and arrows
false starts and a furrowed brow,
letters scattered across the page
like noodles for alphabet soup.
