Words
Virginia Salter


words speed out so quickly when a fire has bid them go
a fire so irrational makes words that one should stow

yet fly on out and make a mess of relationships and days
as each and everyone around in agony does pay

if only there could be a way to grab them in the air
to pull them back and stuff them in a magnetizing chair

toss them in the kitchen sink and grind them to a pulp
then with delight and thankfulness hear my disposal gulp

or better yet, to sprinkle them with lovely pixie dust
transforming them to lively words that build a stronger trust

© August 2,  2000