Where do they live
The words
Before they come knocking
Knocking ever so gently
On my brain
Where do they live
And
Is there more of them there
Is the supply endless
Will they always stop
In their daily meandering
To sneak away
At the most
Inopportune time
I think they tire
Of their ceaseless knocking
So pardon me
While I sneak away
To leave the door ajar

AprilJoy
NaPoWriMo
4/18/19