Fifty-five degrees in December

It's a gift that's difficult to accept without reservation.
There's a tendency to hold back,
not spring wholeheartedly into the extended fall,
because sooner or later the jet stream is bound to drop,
and then we'll be left shivering
in the less-than-adequate clothing we've become ac-
customed to.


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.

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on June 10, 2012

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