What’s It Like, Baby Yoda?

Posted on January 17, 2025 by Puff Of Smoke Poems

Just your Pez head
in the parking lot—
We rush in and out with our
noise of laughter and homework
flurries of sneakered feet and gossip
trampling snow into slush
while you, all day
can contemplate this bright
blue January sky

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