Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
That the children slept
In their beds through the night
And much else had not changed
I was the father of two
Young children when I started
Plans for a long walk that became
He remembered his body.
Thick thighs stood him shoulder high,
fists pounded out the one shape
In scrolled aves
and erect
seraphic wings,
The day without question will come for you.
You will be ready, you are always so,
Ready for beauty to be its opposite,
arch film duds
“Cheever” can aiming laps
dorm sieve
a one that
you and comb
a was what it to ran here in that was a
in could both
whose
on posite
g'up t'it
lengths
passle a
Why do I see my house as a second body?
The disposition of the bed
like a hungry mouth? the dining room table