Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

Sign of Spring — Richard Dinges, Jr.

Robins have no red breasts, pale orange iron-poor blood, powerful perhaps when romance dawned and poets place robins in phallic phrases, pumped hormone full of summer’s heat, slowly drained through centuries into springs diluted behind closed doors and drawn drapes, when everyone sits inside and watches sunrise on TV screens. Continue reading