Anthony Robinson

Summer 2025 | Poetry

These Mountains I Keep Knowing Fifty

Years in            these trees and these 

Waxwings drunk on berry juice 


                                 The way lips form

Alliances that love don't solve 


We wanted to believe      In this town


Our home

-ly village.        


~~~


                         I see the man in the hut

On the hill above where the deer graze


I feel his cigarette ash in my air

I see the red-blue banners on chain-link


Fences


I remember the cold war of my youth:


Of my earth.

It's getting colder every day.


Anthony Robinson is the author is Failures of the Poets (Canarium Books) and Broke Republic (Green Tower Press). His work appears in places like The Iowa Review, The Brooklyn Rail, and The "failing" New York Times.

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