Sometimes when walking
or driving or sitting in a chair,
I thrill to see some words of yours
float through the air—as if
a cartoon thought bubble
cut loose from your thoughts
filled with calibri sweetnesses
and times-new-roman puns—
and I pluck the words
from the sky and wrap them
around my wrist. They bob
above me like a helium balloon—
sometimes I almost believe
could carry me away.
What perfect images!
thanks, Laura! I sometimes have Laura Grace Weldon bubbles come through …
I taught poetry for so many years that bits of it constantly permeate my everyday thoughts. I like the way words come at you from the outside.
oh yes, i am so grateful for the permeating bits!
Me too.