When it rains, it pours

A day of constant doodling and poetry
Write anywhere, write when it comes to you
On tissues, insides of a novel,
On the back of an old prescription found in your handbag
Over an already overcrowded grocery bill
But save these precious papers
your voice, your desperate urge to say,  your heightened senses,
that special moment of time
This saving needs some work though
Some delicate care and preservation
Doesn't happen with Ctrl S or with a mindless a click of a button