Mar/Apr 2020 • Vol. XLII No. 2 PoetryFebruary 28, 2020 |

Red Language

If I heard the words you once used in our wild place rough with scrub roses in sand — if your words came back gray and kind as mild winter believe me I’d still understand offer my own red language my tongue to your tongue so we recall what we once said that made us live made us choose to live

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