A Poem by Madhur Anand

by Mark Bibbins, Editor

Twenty-two Weeks

Nights lit up with a timer. Our programmable nests
evolving new synonyms. Spring is a thermostat,

a due date, a flutter. Some products are just simple
sums, but there is a harder green: multiplication

that fails to ripen. For now, well-bound prospectus, glow
on a branch. I read aloud and current children cheer.

“Oh, wie schön ist Panama!” A bear and a tiger
setting sail in a crate with the scent of bananas.

Madhur Anand’s first book of poems, A New Index for Predicting Catastrophes, will be published by McClelland & Stewart/Random House in April 2015.

You will find more poems here. You may contact the editor at [email protected].