I had a poem or five in my humming bee hive
but they all got buzzed away by walking.
Something about the beauty of you
as you were sitting
and how sometimes
I could not keep myself
from starry-eyed gawking.
Or maybe that arrived now that I
type into the quiet
of this poem-forgotten
page, and imagine you
Image via ClickAmericana.com (found via quick post-write art search for “quiet lingo”)