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a love poem for Iowa
by Bob ArcaniaFar from everywhere is Iowa
where we do not love. We breathe.
We do not love because we do
not tango. We have winters.
We breathe so that we see
our breath and that is all
we need. We do not have
passion. We have warm coats.
We have scarves and hats
to cover up. In Iowa,
where we do not Love, we
wear heavy boots. We kick
the snow from our paths. 12/03/2006 Posted on 12/04/2006
Copyright © 2024 Bob Arcania
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/04/06 at 04:40 AM Pretty good love poem, man, if I can be as basic as that. |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 12/12/11 at 06:31 AM I'm in Northern Canada, I do not pity you. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 12/12/11 at 01:34 PM First POTD I've actually enjoyed in months. A very smart piece, Bob. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/12/11 at 07:27 PM The winter focus on this gives me the shivers. This is quirky and fun in its quirky way. We drove through Iowa a couple of May's ago. It was beautiful and neat and the farms showed great pride. A few days later the rains brought awful flooding. Perhaps Iowa did not want us there. ;) Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Kevin Fehlen on 12/12/11 at 11:32 PM As your neighbor to the North (Minnesota)... Amen! |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 12/13/11 at 01:19 AM Love this - very cool poem. |
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