I was talking to a friend of mine (not about comics or heroes or anything like that), and the subject of poetry came up. I apparently told a rather sad story about how I used to write poetry all the time, then stopped after my first, and last, poetry reading. Now, I could bore you with what few details there are in that story, but I won't. You're not here for that. but, what I can say, is I wrote my first poem in about 17 years. Intentionally.
It counts if it's a haiku, right?
I sat to reflect
A small world dripping around
Not enough rain here
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