Rose

I once had a student named Rose
Who liked to touch things with her nose.
She had no sense of smell,
In case you can't tell--
'Til it came back.  That's just how it goes.

I Don't Do Haiku (But I Do Miss Winter)

Hot chocolate, wrapped in

Hot porcelain, wrapped in cold

Hands, wrapped in time-fog.

Catalog Poem

Real silverware, polished well, how it shines!
Yours for the price of two twenty-nine.

Candy-apple-red dress, like you’d see in a store
For sixty-three dollars and seventy-four.

Electrical football, players buzz like a hive
For a low price of seventy-eight ninety-five.

Stiff, rough, unstonewashed, bark-like and blue:
Work jeans for only forty-five ninety-two.

Baker’s yeast: white-brown grains to make your bread leaven
Will only cost two dollars seventy-seven.

Rocking chair kneeling on your porch as it repents:
Fifty-five dollars and fifty-five cents.

Lincoln-logs (brown-painted, roughly-notched sticks)
Go for thirty-five dollars, and cents twenty-six.

Purple polka-dotted parachute pants, eighties fun:
Used, for a price of five ninety-one.

Pleated pants, sized for most, in the color of slate
Cost just under a hundred: ninety-nine ninety eight.

Towering, teetering entry-way tree
Of a coat rack for twenty-five seventy-three.

Hot rod of a holly-berry Harley,
Spokes straining the wind like a field of barley,
Shining pipes with wide mouths that holler
For the low price of twenty-five thousand dollars.