
This is also another compact poetry form I love called the Fib, short for fibonacci. But this is the bellcurve variation of the fib.
I didn’t want to use glide in the context of flight, so I checked the dictionary for other uses of the word. One of the examples used it in the context of the passage of time. And wham, the feelings rushed in.
I was able to do this while waiting for my toddler to come out of his quick extracurriculars. As a hands on mom, I have lots of waiting to do over the years, and I’d rather devote that huge chunk of my life for learning and artistic pursuits.
Later that day, I went to one of my usual cafes to put the final version of the little poem in my notebook with an iced coffee on the side.
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