Iron  Fe, 26


It is in the pan we use to fry

the bacon that rouses you.


It is in the hook (and the wrench)

you pry from the fish’s mouth.


It is the nail pounded into the wall,

in the wire attached


to the painting hung above

the bed, & in the blood that travels


you, travels faster

when there is lightning, coming thunder.


It colors your world:

rust, cedar, water, needle.


& reminds you of longing

the sound of rain falling on tin.


Love like iron

fused and flexible



into shape.

Julia Klatt Singer

Julia Klatt Singer is the poet in residence at Grace Neighborhood Nursery School and a rostered artist for Compas. She is co-author of Twelve Branches: Stories from St. Paul, (Coffee House Press), and author of three books of poetry; In the Dreamed of Places, (Naissance Press), A Tangle Path to Heaven, and Untranslatable, (North Star Press). She has co-written two dozen songs with composer Tim Takach and Jocelyn Hagen. Her son likes to describe her as a long-haired, sweater wearing, wild-eyed poet and thief.
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