After the tragedy in Boston yesterday I'm not in a poem mood. I just don't know what to say.
Yesterday was also a day of honoring the Webster Firefighters shot on Christmas eve. I'd been thinking of Webster on my way to work.
No way to say, how to wrap my head around tragedy upon tragedy. Bloody pictures splattered across the media outlets for a brief focused time. Then forgetting the people, the families, the communities paths to healing.