A Letter To Kristin
It's true of course what you said: The terrible cold
beneath those grim skies would one day drive me mad.
You'd go daffy here. We shouldn't exist under a cloud
cover as though it were fated,--listening for voices
where tongues slice the mud like gladiolus in the drizzle,--grow
pale and still. I picture you clearly as if distinct
in a lens, wearing a lava lava among orchids opened in the warm
shadows like a multitude of infant faces.
After leaving the Marines in 1954, Robert Lyons graduated from Edison Technical School and attended the University of Washington. He presently resides in Edmonds,-- retired and studying to be a genius.
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