Poem 11/100: Little poems I write in my head while I walk home from dropping Blythe off at school
Updated: Feb 13

Each step
Keeps time
With
A steady flow
Of mental rhymes
I’m blissfully
Lost in a sea
Of crea tiv ity
Suddenly
I’m back home
Distractedly
I check my phone
Poof—
There goes another
Poem
Anticipating
Then...
Dissipating
It’s lost in the wind
Only to begin
Again