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.


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 July 10, 2012

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