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

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