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.
Subscribe and Save up to 55%
Louis Jenkins’s poems have been published in the Paris Review, Poetry East, and the Virginia Quarterly Review. His latest book is Nice Fish: New and Selected Prose Poems (Holy Cow! Press). He lives in Duluth, Minnesota.