I throw them all
at the page,

some words
blow away like
dandelions in the wind,

others stick to the edges
unsure of their place,

others drop in
the middle
without explanation,

while others sneak in
as sly interlopers,

disrupting
a perfectly designed,
carefully aligned,
emotionally balanced
poem,

you can’t trust errant words,

they will find a way
to be heard,

yearning to
describe, excite,
provoke, enthuse, amuse,

many hold promise,

some blow away
like dandelions in the wind,

while others stick to the edges
of my mind,

waiting for their time.