Down, down, down, sings the child who wants to cheer
Her father up. And if he cannot hear
Her little song? Deafened by grief, struck dumb
Again, he pours himself a glass of rum
And wonders why he cannot make amends
Or find the key in which to mourn what ends.


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 25, 2012

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