Poem-A-Day: Terese Svoboda, The Blank of America

	August 23, 2012 Today's poem is copyright © 2012 by Terese Svoboda. Used with permission of the author. More from this author Other Svoboda Poems Body Mostly Flown Countess Lethargy Hope Wanted Alive Jamaican Idol You can unsubscribe from our Poem-A-Day emails at at anytime—either completely, or until next April. Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane Suite 901 New York, NY 10038 212-274-0343 academy@poets.org		The Blank of America by Terese Svoboda Who loots the dew or enjoins a shadow to guard a tree? The bird in the pie can't pretend to arms, its claws rock the coin in the crust. The train's single eye examines the tree that the pie holds the fruit of, its engine rasps past the bird as if smoke lent its shadow. And the dew? Surely it's a dark gulp under a tall hat the bird wings over. Not noise, not the founding father's nose. Repeat after me: I solemnly swear: I could swear otherwise, my lips flying too. Share Digg StumbleUpon Facebook E-mail to Friend