words
no words to find
of any kind
as though they
all flew south
they don't come from pen
they don't come from my mouth
they lie around like Dust on an old tractor
or the dust that rises like a cloud from the silo shoot
when you feed the livestock
or the words spray painted on the sides of rail cars
as they roll on by like the unused words i have accumulated
as if I can hoard them away for a future Poem,
when i can't find a use for them now
what do you do when your at a loss for words
out in the field i should lie letting the crows peck out my eyes