Squander

by Craig Sipe

Something about a Q
in any word wonders
what it’s about

Quandary at the bend
qualm in a hunch
or quince in your pie
It’s always
the quarterback’s fault
for the quirk

And after the squall
we all have doubts
— squash or gourd —
you never know
what the squid inks up
in the quiet of the quilt,
the quixotic scribble
of the sheet

Squander is a good
word too
It sounds like something
it has to do
and it rhymes
with Ponder which
has no Q.