Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
The gift of clams is here, waiting
in the large bowl on the cutting table.
We are waiting: the clams
things are easily forgotten.
yesterday, i was surprised to find
an ash burning its way
Today’s lesson: a black river
which began in the northeast corner
of Utah struggled downward
You think of moving the captured submarine
to a permanent berth alongside the museum
in your city. A retired engineer who spent
Think of it starting out this way: in profile
Two almost immediate peaks, but widely opposite,
The basin humming with weather in between
Drawing paper down from the cupboard sky
goes in at the top scribble scrabble
green line grass for the bottom filling
I teach fourth grade
batik and weave plant hangers
with seashells bound in the yarns,
A woman came down the hill from her farm
with her two little children
to have her neighbor cut
Human mothers are right to take such exceptional care of their babies; after all, even from birth, there is no animal which is quite like man. Yes, even as a child, Man differs from the babies of other species.
Come on, let's conjure up
something really horrible:
What would you most hate