The Bright Word

Some words, some narratives 
like birds with bright wing feathers, swoop 
into the mind, provocative, daring.

Just now, and I mean, two minutes ago, 
and just like that! a plume arrowed into my head, 
from the daily paper.

A mental tingle, a wing of narrative, 
flickered, urgent enough to stir my fingers 
into word work,