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.
it was all so strange and frightening that I wept for quite some time crying like I’d never cried before
That you made love
on an office desk
on the seventeenth floor
Stretch our hearts ample as a yawn,
so we might accommodate the double-
wide trailer of our neighbors’ grief
“Now, I must tell you of our grandeur,”
she’d written. “We are going to have
a Turkey!!! carpet in the dining room . . .
Rainstorms that blacken like a headache
where mosses thicken, and the mornings
smell of jonquils, the stillness
The way it came spinning onto the lawn—
the elm trees’ chaffy currency, each piece
with a spot of seed at the center; the katydid-
Whatever interest
there was in
difference’s gone.
The sweetpeas, pale diapers
Of pink and powder blue, are flags
Of a water color republic.
Kowabunga! The amoeba was
mountainous.
Venusian burgers were sailing out
My wife’s recipe for a fairy:
Put buttercup pollen
And a canary feather