Thaw

The snow on the porch
has melted
to reveal
all the Chapsticks I've lost.


ALTERNATELY, AS A HAIKU
The snow on the porch
Has melted to reveal all
The Chapsticks I've lost

a short po-em

If you were a piano
I would hide underneath
to hear your strings echo
and take in every note

A Puzzle

I feel like all the pieces are here.
You find all the edge pieces
I'll look for sky.

po-em hunting

I want to go catch poems in the wild
with nets and shovels.
Will they struggle?
Will they go gently?
Will we need poem-sniffing pigs to root them up?
Yes.
Let's go in the wee hours when night flirts with day.
Take a snacky bar, and a juice box,
We might miss breakfast
Waiting out in the woods
For the crack of a stick
Beneath the paw of a poem.