I’ll bet you’d be//
as amazed as I at a stingray skeleton,/
cartilaginous and regal.
Migration (and other poems)
I want you to/
wander from room to room/
and look at the world from windows.
The Boy in the High School Science Room (and other poems)
He’s been looking for something simple
like hydrochloric acid or magnesium
for the past half hour,