Iowa Writes


It comes to the back door, eager, knowing I'll feed it.

Even in the dark, its tracks are clear, well worn, fresh,

over-crossed, everywhere.  It growls, let's get on with this

it says.  I roll out the meat, like a body at sea, watch

snow fill up the night.  It growls again and is gone.  Snow

falls everywhere.  Cold air and warm.  My breath swirls & hangs.

I'd close the door but I'd just have to open it again.

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 was selected for the 2009 Poetry in Public project, sponsored by the Iowa City Public Art Program. Now in its seventh year, 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.

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