I’m busy as a bee, it’s what we all say. But, this year…
Poems about Life and Death
There are bad hombres out there, you say
and we need to build a wall to
keep them out
We hashtag the woe, then go back to our lives: the status quo.
Perhaps I talk to flowers because they don’t talk back. They blossom when I’m kind; wish the world were more like that.