the hogan

white paper

pinned at an uneasy pace

with unworkable words

the strokes form nonsense

and line after line
dissolve before me

dropping the haste

of my running thoughts

like litter on bitterly cold streets

for no word or words

can capture

the warmth that fills

my heart

when I merely think

of your name

(sometimes you can not write what needs to be said.... )