My poem, In My Father’s Office, as recently published in the Iowa Poetry Association’s 2018 Lyrical Iowa ~
In my father’s office
sunlight bursts through an eastern window
veined in cobwebs caked in sawdust.
Last year’s Miss December
dangles from the pegboard,
her curled corners cradling dead flies.
A cant hook, its handle splintered,
rests against a tired door frame.
Two large saw blades
from repeated contact
with prized walnut logs.
An unorthodox home
for a monstrous red geranium,
four feet tall and just as wide,
thriving on my father’s near neglect.
Mom’s green thumb
was never able to match
Copies of Lyrical Iowa 2018 can be ordered via the IPA website: https://iowapoetry.com/
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Well done, Julie. Congratulations.
Thanks, Allan. A labor of love ~
That’s how it reads.
Oh I do like this one. Thank you.
Thank you. Dad is gone and so is the ‘old place’. It helps to have something to help us remember.
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