bolting together thoughts into poetry
some people hold precious the thoughts about poetry
and they never plant the seed
enraptured by the dream of a flower
overwhelmed by the potential of its scent
one day i will write this all down
and one day i will have a poem
and one day someone might read it
and one day an editor might find it
and anthology might include it
and some day i might get my own collection
dreams built out of dreams
blueprints sketched in steam
nothing put down on paper
nothing written
no poem