Flow Poem by bruce butler

it just flows
like wind on a cool night
the sound of the dog howling
or is it the wind blowing
trying to hard
to get this done
getting blocked by my thoughts
the wind is blowing
my thoughts are flowing
cant get it right
start and stop start again
blocked by a thought
ahh now i am flowing
just let it go
and then it comes down like rain
theres a storm brewing
its coming fast
dont look up
the wind is blowing
the dogs are howling
just get it done
before the rain comes again