Lost Words

Sometimes I catch them easily,
the words I'm reaching for;
at other times watch helplessly
as they crash to the floor.
I try to reassemble but
they've landed in a jumble.
I grab too fast for floaters and
my chair and I both tumble.

Susie thinks it is hilarious
and joins into the fun.
Before she hears my "stop", she has
already swallowed one.
I am truly very sorry
there will be no poem from me.
You know why because I told you,
my dog ate my poetry.

Joyce 8/8/04