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.
Each pine’s sun-endowed
shadow follows April’s down-
ward flights and where a crow’s
Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the midst of all the gestures
It didn’t choose seems almost insignificant.
The team goes mum, cowhided by
the rectitude to his position, the logic.
The leaves fall, but not far enough for me,
so I take one up to the top of my favorite highrise,
the one whose TV-transmitters watch farmers.
I didn’t get his name the music of the dancehall
Was point to the noise and names of those people
In whose apartment we mostly ended up: I do recall
Here are the parrots, she says, which Mayor Washington,
the Mayor of Chicago,
in that apartment on Lake Michigan
A a
mammo pappo
gram gram
Several people from Chelsea, seminarians and clergy,
in the wand of the Oxford Movement transported to America,
made their way out to the Territory, out to Wisconsin,
Paul the Leader
at Corinth said,
"Phoebe, please go to Ephesus .
Karen made a poem
walking to rehearsal
about children making angels