Words

Words tumble 

Stairs, wag

A half-hearted tale, 

Then hit the sidewalk

In a giant splat

Before running , 

The door opens,

They do it all 

Over again, splat

After splat,

Never quite forming

A paragraph,

Let alone a story

With a beginning,

An end, or a plausible,

Intriguing plot.

The syllables become

Fewer and fewer.

Getting ahead of themselves,

The punctuation

Comes down the stairs

Like balls dribbling 

On their own;

No place to go.

A whistle brings them

Back, broken, lagging, 

Some of them sulking. 

They make their way

Home where one

Day soon

They'll ripen into, 

Something

Perhaps!!!!!!