Iowa Writes


A bluejay drifted into the plum framed by our frosted window.
Snow dust floated to the ground as he froze, silent as the snowy dawn.
Then, counting it no crime, he snatched all the iced berries within beak's reach
that the robins had abandoned in their haste and the cardinal has not yet claimed.
He still lingers in his winter place in Mérida with its sundrenched courtyards,
roosting by night, crooning by day, con sus primos, los pájaros de Yucatán.
Hurry home, my love.

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 2010 Poetry in Public project, sponsored by the Iowa City Public Art Program. Now in its eighth 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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