Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
We shall see the deer as part of the trunks of the forest.
We shall see its antlers imitating the branches of the trees.
Here is the rock behind which she rose from the unpleasance of sea-foam.
The first day of the new year brings new additions to the public domain.
it was all so strange and frightening that I wept for quite some time crying like I’d never cried before
it’s about time the stars & stripes & soda water start making love
I live every once in a while, mostly I hope that that trolley passes, that May turns into July
it’s impossible for me even to guess
since as they say
he really has no country of his own.
The two who stood there
and the two who saw them said
not what they said
Up from the gripping feet
through the twigs of the crooked legs … leaning
tensing the tail and ringing the bones