There is just no way you are the pine-scented air

Still National Poetry Month, so here are two more poems. Another from Matthew Olzmann, and one from Billy Collins:

( The Man Who Looks Lost as He Stands in the Sympathy Card Section at Hallmark )

( Litany )

What I love about both these poems is the way they engage - playfully, achingly - with metaphor in communication. (Yeah, I know: blah blah English lit class blah. Look, shiny poems! *jingles*)
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