Full of Grace

The first crocus of spring breaks through the frozen ground
Still, it's not as perfect as you, oh you
You are every color, every line ever drawn
Consider this your canticle
Maybe if I sing it loud enough you will hear
And you will break through, too, untethered
With your heart beating, ruby red and boundless


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 29, 2012

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