Steward

For Random Acts of Poetry. Why not write it here? Sometimes a poem is exactly what the soul needs...

"Steward"

Words spill
off tray tables,
pop out of
peanut wrappers,
honey roasted
(are you allergic,
I will trade them
for something
more apropos,
something
that won't leave
you breathless—
but still, one
never knows,
people have
choked on
chocolate covered
parenthetical
phrases like
"don't-ever-
doubt it, I-will-
always-love-you").

Pardon me,
sir, there's a stray
word under
your shoe.