Popcorn

Ice caps are melting,

According to the news,

Which I’ve stopped reading,

Because I don’t want to hear about the

Melting ice

Underneath the polar bears feet,

Not when I see enough

I love you.

I know that’s just me

And you

And there are hundreds

Of millions

Of haters

Of hated.

But I love you.

But you’re my best friend.

I love you for phone calls

Why can the wind

Be blowing

That piece of grass down

One moment

And not the next?

There’s a scientific answer

I bet

And usually that’s what I’m looking for.

But it felt poetic that way,