AR-15 — poem and a brief reflection

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you,
me,
a random student,
mother,
teacher,
uncle,
friend . . .

Again.
Again.
Again.
America.
………….

Reflection: Another mass school shooting. I was speechless. This poem starts with the rapid firing of the AR-15’s 400 rounds. The rest of the poem is succinct haiku-like. I include myself in the list of the ones shot. Why not? There is a randomness to such violence. We’re all potential targets apparently. Sad, as our president says, Sad.

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