The trouble with poetry is the temptation to capture everything, every little scene, crashing through emotions to pursue the fleeting dream of telling the story before the memory of it disappears in the next cresting wave of words. It takes so much concentration to harness galloping imagination and keep to the point  - keep to the  rhyme when a longer more beautiful set of words just can't do the time.

Type, read, delete. Retype, reread, think, delete. Retype, replace a word, delete.   A new random phrase threatens to erase the former picture and create another as memories jostle for space under cover of making it rhyme better.