Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
As a barrier against mosquitoes,
I pull an old sheet from the closet
and cross the yard,
We smile at each other
and I lean back against the wicker couch.
How does it feel to be dead? I say.