A poem and some comments,
“Snow” by yours truly
Small pellets of snow,
No regrets.
They almost seem plasticky.
But don’t sit outside, you see,
Or your rear end will get wet.
Go back inside
With no regret.
Comments
“I know some if not all people are tired of people hearing me talk about police brutality, but here is something about the topic.
I write lots of brief poetry. One was called “Tin Pot Activist” about an angry poet who gives up poetry. The direction of the poem was at police.”
“Hope it was not reference to you, honey. You need to create.”
“Poetry is a mystery to me. I do not really know the source. Bono said once that his poetry was like catching lightening in a bottle.”