JULIE CLAUS
Narcissus


A small boy wearing orange flip-flops
gathers the yellow music
pouring out of the trumpet daffodils.
His hair is whiter than window light.
He looks up and suddenly my reflection
is superimposed on the freckled
face I love the most.

JULIE CLAUS

This poem was selected for the 2012 Poetry in Public project, sponsored by the Iowa City Public Art Program. Poetry in Public displays poems by local writers of all ages in Iowa City buses, downtown kiosks, and select public buildings from April (National Poetry Month) through the fall.

This page was first displayed
on June 27, 2012

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