Iowa Writes

Ritual at Dusk

Come to the window
(bright in the darkening house)
where the sky, the lighter of darks before night

is uncut blue, cloudless, where crows
amass before settling
in the top of the tree.

the tree holds her quiet constellation
continuing to feed through her roots.

Tar bodies thrust, jut angular
along each branch.
Odd flowers

who remember their stems at dusk,
and only sleep, immaculately folded.
Who wake before I do. One will

break the threshold of balance at dawn
and all will rise, releasing the limb's tips
to the light.

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Since 2006, Iowa Writes has featured the work of Iowa-identified writers (whether they have Iowa roots or live here now) and work published by Iowa journals and publishers on The Daily Palette. Iowa Writes features poetry, fiction, or nonfiction twice a week on the Palette.

In November of 2008, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) designated Iowa City, Iowa, the world's third City of Literature, making the community part of the UNESCO Creative Cities Network.

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This poem originally appeared in Volume 5, Number 6 of 100 Words, a journal published by The University of Iowa's International Writing Program between 1993 and 1998. Each piece in the journal had to be 100 words or fewer, and each issue had a theme. This issue's theme was "On Garden."

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on June 10, 2009

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