Words ©

Some days words roll up the beaches
like round pebbles they have been
worn smooth

Words placed in your pockets
carried home
like sweets stuck to the lining
sticky, soft.

I like the words that are
wisps of straw tangled
in the heather of a hillside
words that scratch you
with their dry stalks

The words in the sky that are
huge feathered wings
of everything