Wordle poem #1

He asked me to write him a poem

Like we were tourists of each other’s thoughts,

Choosing snow globes

Out of a gift shop window.

These words, captured in a glass world,

Swirl around a figure frozen in stone

Wearing an expression so tacky

It would shock you.

I choose one from the shelf,

Turn it over in my hands.

He snaps a picture on his phone

And promises to send it to me later.

The shopkeeper with hair like bleached coral reef

Says, “That’ll be $8.95.”

“$8.95,” I muse.

“Not bad for what it is.”

He asked me to write him a poem.

I said, “How about this one?”

So we took it home, wrapped in tissue paper,

And placed it on the mantle over the stove.