Well now. I was just getting your library poem prepped for posting on our library bulletin board, when along comes this one. I can’t tell you what a temptation it is to stick this one upstairs near the boardroom where the City Council meets.
I have watched our tentative saprophytic hands rise for permission to speak a various occasions. At least they get to speak. Someday something might get done.
Sadly, we live close to a community where a man, crazed by frustration and some mental illness, spoke with a gun.