Words
that refuse to stay
upon the page.
They break
rank and file
to slip carelessly
from line
to line,
and loiter furtively in the margins.
Assassins of poetry
they obey no master,
reluctant to convey
any meaningful message.
Yet I am aware,
as I reshuffle
phrase after phrase,
it is often the words
not written,
the dramatic pauses…
the breaks
that tell the real tale.
