Poetry by Bruce Robinson

Despite it all, they survive,
at least so far, despite

the best that we can do.
They look contrite 

and inconsolable
whenever the weather

turns, and then it’s
clear they’ve 

taken us unaware;
Roses shoot from the hips.

Recent work by Bruce Robinson appears or is forthcoming in Tar River Poetry, Spoon River, Mantis, Maintenant, Peregrine, Two Hawks Quarterly, Xavier Review, and elsewhere.

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