I Love the Look of Words

Popcorn leaps, popping from the floor

of a hot black skillet

and into my mouth.

Black words leap, snapping from the white

page.  Rushing into my eyes.  Sliding

into my brain which gobbles them

the way my tongue and teeth

chomp the buttered popcorn.

When I have stopped reading,

ideas from the words stay stuck

 in my mind, like the sweet

smell of butter perfuming my

fingers long after the popcorn

 is finished.

I love the book and the look of words

the weight of ideas that popped into my mind

I love the tracks

of new thinking in my mind.

                             _ Maya Angelou