Iowa Writes

Not Quite Afternoon

A minute ago
the music began:
my brother
and his clarinet.

He plays in the kitchen
waiting for his bread to rise.
Not quite afternoon;
music in the bowl.

His solo notes hang
like the rain
in the apple tree
there in Mama's garden.

Drops runnel on the window:
two plus three is one.
A tomato and pear
ripen on the windowsill&mdash

whole notes in yellow and
Can't divide the silence
like a loaf of bread&mdash
always comes up whole.

In the apple tree
three or four drops of rain
wait their turns
to fall.

About Iowa Writes

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.

Iowa City has joined Edinburgh, Scotland and Melbourne, Australia as UNESCO Cities of Literature.

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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 03, 2009

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