Rolling the sounds around my mouth
Like Yahtzee dice waiting to be thrown.
As My tongue attempts to coerce them out,
Seeking to form words.
They spill out, and land at my feet.
I quarrel, doing an unnamed dance.
My steps are callow and awkward.
The lyrics end
I pick up what’s left, and
Stuff them in my bag.
Maybe, just maybe, no one heard my heart thumping.
DoRee MelNic 