Kind of like last year, I really have not been writing much. Not sure I have much to say. But I have done April Poetry Month for lots of years and tradition runs strong. What I am thinking about most right now is my city, where it seems like it's one crazy sad thing after another. For example, two shootings in the last month at East High School, which is the school where my boys attended. Tonight's poem is a tricube- three stanzas, three lines in each stanza, three syllables in each line. Not much, but all I got...
“Just Another Day in Denver”
Drive by kills
soccer star.
High school grieves.
Two weeks pass.
Two teachers
shot, neither
dies, this one
barely makes
front page news.
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2023
