Rhinocorn
As strange as it seems,
They cannot deny it;
Rhinos are unicorns
Who fell off their diet.
Superbia
Neighborhood houses,
Neat as a pin;
Houses that look
Like we just moved in.
Row upon row
Of little green lawns;
Sidewalks brimming
With sunshine and yawns.
Who are these people
Each morning we see;
Who are these neighbors—
Who look just like me?
Charles Ghigna lives in a treehouse in the middle of Alabama. He served as poet-in-residence and chair of creative writing at the Alabama School of Fine Arts, instructor of creative writing at Samford University, poetry editor of English Journal for the National Council of Teachers of English, and a nationally syndicated poetry feature writer for Tribune Media Services. His poems have appeared in The New Yorker, Harper’s, Rolling Stone, The Village Voice, and The Wall Street Journal. He is the author of more than 100 books from Random House, Disney, Hyperion, Scholastic, Simon & Schuster, Time Inc., Abrams, Boyds Mills Press, Charlesbridge, Capstone, Orca and other publishers. He speaks at schools, conferences, libraries, and literary events throughout the U.S. and overseas, and has read his poems at The Library of Congress, The John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, the American Library in Paris, the American School in Paris, and the International Schools of South America. For more information, visit his website.