I Write in all the Wrong Places
I Write in all the Wrong Places

I write in all the wrong places
With invisible ink in rice paddies

Once conceived – twice lost

Words evaporate in swirling chasms
Almost, but not quite within reach

Letter leeches bore into my brain
Clickety clack ~ writing on the train

Words fall between the tracks

I write in all the wrong places
Shaky hand foreign script scratchings

It’s time to invest in a mapinary!


~pix~
amb©2005