the poem comes, unexpected...

the poem arrived at noon,
knocking on the door with
a distinct beat - tap, double-
tap, tap...

the poem arrives while i'm
driving down the interstate
doing 90 and hoping i don't
see any cruisers...and i
try to remember it, saying
it over and over but by the
time i'm nearing the bypass
i can't recall what it was
the poem was.

the poem was
coming, un-
expectedly