Every so often
I drive a few miles over the speed limit
because I'm in a hurry to get home
and write.
Phrases that taste just right
are spooling through my mind
faster than the tires can spin.
They throb
or sing
or chime
or whisper
in the perfect key
and
in the perfect time
to say what I mean.
I'll catch them today
with a net woven of words
before they twist away in the wind
blowing through my hair and
tossing dust in my eyes
so I can't see them clearly enough
to write them down.
