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
in the latter days
you will come to a place
called memphis.
The first time?
So long ago—that brown-eyed boy…
How can I say thi s, your Reverences,
Mother in champagne-colored dress,
neckline with navy-blue crenelles,
Gesturing toward the master bedroom suite,
"Solid cherry wood!" Mother said grandly.
The pain began in the left groin at high tea
in The Cincinnatian Hotel; Mother refused
to consider the possibilities of hernia
Morgan saw Athena's face in the crowd
at the Athens International Airport
One two three: up: and between
the metal ramp and the wooden bed of the truck,
as we shifted grips, my filing cabinet
Dim sow is an anagram. They tell me,
"Pigs are the most intelligent of the domestic animals,"
To see the yellow-bellied sapsucker suck sap,
to watch the oystercatcher at his catch,
and bluebird, woodcock, dickcissel, blue goose,
Be ever after merry,
My dear Miss Terriberry:
Enjoy a very very