Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
They are preparing to begin again:
Problems, new pennant up the flagpole
In a predicted romance.
isn’t really a tower. It’s a square
building with towers at each
of the four corners. In the thirties
The gray person disputes the other’s clotheshorse stature
just send us some water maybe
herding him onto the escalator for a last roll
This movie deals with the epidemic of the way we live now.
What an inane card player. And the age may support it.
Each time the rumble of the age
. . . or somebody’s going to get hurt.
For my sake, however, keep pealing to a minimum.
We’ll need the firewood you can pick up on the shore
So we’ll go no more a-teething.
For now. When the urge
to perambulation strikes, feeling
This is the platform of the famous sideshow,
all of us participating, glad to be arm and arm
as spring charges down the battlefield. Let’s see,
A hears by chance a familiar name, and the name solves a
riddle of the past.
B, in love with A, receives an unsigned letter in which the
Privileges of Travel
You can’t forget you purchased it;
this private tour moves you
Sad always, always sad
At Passover, at picnics, at the zoo
Sad as you soaped me in the bath