AMYLIA GRACE What Remains
Outside in turtlenecks we tend to our fading garden of peppers and pumpkins. I tie my shoelaces and see you proudly pocket the last orange and yellow peppers. Everything we have planted has survived. The sun droops downward in the sky. We pause to watch half disappear. What remains seems brighter. I am happy until I notice I am holding a watering can and not your face. I call your name to tell you I need you. You smirk. I have leaves in my hair.
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AMYLIA GRACE 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. |