Newly Minted Words(For Gina)

Leave you alone thinking you are writing a poem you gaze into the air as if it were written there & all you had to do was snatch it quick & the magic of the words would be yours. “Well..? ” I enquire finally. “Well...what? ” a smile playing about your lips. “Let me see.. what you’ve composed! ” eager for newly minted words I snatch it to discover it is a shopping list for the Italian shop but then the sounds rigatone...salsicce are poems in themselves. I chant them to the cat & he looks suitably impressed.