Poem of the Day
Study of Children
By Asha Futterman
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
did you know
that you all work for me?
I asked them as a joke
(tongue twisters, etc. for e.e. cummings)
THE CHEAP SHEIKH AND THE CHIC SHAH SEEK TO SPEAK AT A SECRET SPA.
((THE CHEAP SHEIKH AND CHIC SHAH SEEK TO CHEEK TO CHEEK AT A SECRET SPA. . .))
In the evening
haze darkening on the hills,
purple
Rain putters down on the wood shingles overhead,
now smattering heavily, becoming
a language I think I will learn one day
Possibly a child is not damaged immediately
but only after some time has passed.
When the parent who sits on the edge
Through a dark winter
In a cold chambre de bonne
I lay still and dreamt
We walk across the snow,
The stars can be faint,
The moon can be eating itself out,
a few feet about the sunken green bank
where a man used to sit and think
the flock shifts weight like a snowplowing skier
and turns, and yahonks and spirit-cries
toward that flow of light spelled into its windings
A tiny creature moves
through the tide pool, holding up
its little fortress foretelling
another lifetime is up for us,
another life is upon us.