They are chatting. He pats him
on the shoulder. He is cold.
They walk away.
She is sitting scrolling. No
one bothers her and she does not
bother them. She has many,
family and friends, who love her.
And she loves them.
People are shopping, not stealing.
They want to look good and want
something nice for their children.
They are not blowing up buildings
or running cars into people.
They are just trying their best
as almost everyone always does,
as here the frost melts
and sheep eat grass
in a place where it already has.
You captured some recent thoughts of mine in this poem, Tim. Thank you.