Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
Thus each occasion takes its initial from the character of its environment.
speaking over the telephone while ironing a blouse
with French cuffs
I have your books, your mouth to remember me as well.
Well, what can you do,
it was great fun while it lasted
Needs most
happily mutual
A little
water
falls.
Is hunger
only automatic
appetite?
The ancient customs of a gracious people
Listen to the window be
Cause you can see through it
Orange suns chain across the sky