Word Trip

You know how it is --
strolling naively through the day,
you suddenly trip
over some little piece of crap
that wasn't there before
(or was),
something that nips , sets
fingers itching:
words cascade and push their way
over and under each other,
jockeying for position on the page,
and suddenly,
your day is walking
through you.

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