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 [...]

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