Rivet and Polish

The phrase floats down
Out of nowhere,
Out of thin air.

One imagines
A plane, maybe,
All those rivets,

Old style, gleaming
Aluminum
Nose to tail fin.

You ought to start
With your own life
Or someone’s life,

Something human
To begin with,
Maybe a scene

You make vivid
By your language,
Longing. But no,

You hang random
Phrases in air,
And then you wait.