[Enter Fall]

we succumb to gloves and hats when September ex-
its, awash in rain.

the sidewalk, slick, is full of leaves
like painted yellow fans,
gifts of the autumn-garbed gingkos.

I sweep up the fans with the toe of my boot.

what is it about the rain
that teaches yellow to shout aloud?


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.

This page was first displayed
on July 23, 2012

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