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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Shuly Xóchitl Cawood grew up writing stories on her father’s IBM Selectric typewriter. The author of four books, she is originally from Yellow Springs, Ohio, and now lives in Tennessee. Her poem in this issue will appear in her forthcoming poetry collection, Trouble Can Be So Beautiful at the Beginning (Mercer University Press, 2021).