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
The new Commissioner was free to choose a dwelling which suited his fancy. If it did not exist, it would be built for him at public expense. But when he asked for a pagoda, he was given a geodesic dome.
Into sunlight they marched,
into dog day, into no saints day,
and were cut down.
When I arrive I close the door, holding the lock’s chain
in my hand. Face the closed door, lid of the peephole
A small patch of light defines
your body like a plate-glass window.
I will not go to the women
for they are few and far away.
They say that when a goose flies south it holds a twig in its beak to keep from making a sound the hunters might hear.
I was bilbarious I was overt under the line overt the word
It walks.
That is,
it puts one foot in front of another
Their tracings, nearly identical.
Knowing, tonight
if I start with one I should carry through,
I was watching the last minutes
of the ’76 Summer Olympics when