Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
They made money—
maybe not the way
you think it should be done
Describe a scene from your daily life.
The sky has come down around us like a shroud.
Use plain language.
With the birds I suppose there is
small comparison no holding
up of what may be remembered
It was that other land that we
could believe in for a long time
knowing that it used to be there
This is you as a boy.
Your back is to the camera.
You are standing above the beach
The Japanese say the size of a man's ear
will determine his wealth:
a large ear like the Buddha's
Why does the speaker stop by the woods?
would you have stopped be honest
would you care to be in New England
And on the receiver's live air, the insistent hello
from someone who has refused to hang up, the plea
divorced from all name and form,
Four businesswomen of a certain age
in serious suits, networking. A taut,
tanned, author, speaker, corporate advisor
An envelope under the door.
Feel the strand that bridges it
to the hand of the mailman,