Poem
By Ron Padgett
I’m in the house.
It’s nice out: warm
sun on cold snow.
First day of spring
or last of winter.
My legs run down
the stairs and out
the door, my top
half here typing
Notes:
This poem originally appeared in "Poetry Not Written for Children that Children Might Nevertheless Enjoy," by Lemony Snicket.
Copyright Credit: “Poem” is reprinted by permission of Coffee House Press.
Source: Poetry (September 2013)