let me read it to you…

a glimmer of words

fireflies flickering

flying above reach

against a night sky

competing with stars

and a passing satellite

aimless dance of words

they are here

no, there

to hold them in a jar

is to keep them captive

frightened, running

circles for an exit

secret stash of words, shuffling

around in a drawer

among misfit keys

odds of matchbooks

ends of inkpens, loose

with potential

drops of words, dripping

from a bank of stormclouds

communing in a stream

channel through a mill

briefly suspended, until

caught in a pond

of poems