I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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Frank Johnson is a poet and cultural critic from Las Vegas, Nevada. Since finishing his first book, Literal Dope, he has spent the pandemic watching anime. You can follow him on Twitter: @frankthapoet.