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 great doors remain closed, but the spring fragrance
is inside anyway
“Alas,” he thinks, “a perfect day for a walk.”
But first he steps outside to take a look.
At the party: they surround him and his chair.
“So it was in the morning, then,
that you first put this hat on your knees?”
no thank you I don’t want to spend my life
giving extreme unction to a crowd of toads
Come on, let's conjure up
something really horrible:
What would you most hate
The light that is shining
over there is a traffic sign.
I returned the money I borrowed.
My bird is the cardinal,
one will sometimes come to me
or vanishing bluebird,
I wish somebody would give me
a couple of live panda bears.
After all these years I deserve them.
They come in many sizes—small and faint, loud and
thunderous. And it’s a problem, what to do with them,
they won’t rise up to heaven where ears have the power
I hold no greater value
than the secret
Please believe I strive