I will drive today,

        looking for a poem from the interstate,
        listening for the sound words make
        inside my head
        as I repeat them until they are strong
        enough for poetry.
—
        Having no plan for poetry
        should not be wrong,
        could not be write worthy , silently said,
        nor a found poem, a mistake,
        but traffic backed up on the interstate,
—
        a dead deer on  the side of the highway,
        may be subjects enough today.