I walked the dog early today
And forgot I was wearing my dollar store tiara
Plastic, missing a pink paste jewel
A handy hairband while mixing breakfast biscuits.
Mainly it inspires me like a writing prompt
To banish the censor at my desk, to follow my muse
And let creativity tumble out onto morning pages
Like soft round puppies.
I stoop to fill the old terrier’s poop bag
And the tiara falls to the grass near my slippers.
I laugh, realizing the recycler’s earlier curbside wave
Was a vertical, wrist-twist, regal response.