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Two Poems by Robert King


HE THINKS OF DIFFERENT LANDSCAPES

I’d love to be able
to say rhododendron,
my lips pursed like petals,
my breath a hum of color,

but I have to say sagebrush,
rabbit brush, brush-brush,
dry whispers in the wind
like the buzz of grasshoppers.

Trillium, she once said,
her lips full of murmur.
I coughed back cactus,
stuck in my rough gulch.

What garden did she come from?
To what garden did she return?

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WHAT IT’S LIKE TO READ AN AD ON MARCH 18
(Natural Awakenings, March)

“Those seeking to find
their soul’s purpose
need look no further than
the Soul-Mapping Class
behind held on March 15.”

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