Words and phrases
jotted on little papers
ripped off envelope flaps
corners of magazines
and store receipt backs

Scribblings land everywhere throughout the day
Like molted feathers resting where they may

And when the window opened
they all flew with the breeze
like hellish moving bees
airborne midair rearranging
relationships quick-changing
a short soar
to the floor

No rhyme or reason entered the matter
Though I found a poem laying in the scatter