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Poetry. Alfred Robinson most recently worked among the Native American community, AIDS groups and the developmentally disabled in the San Francisco School District. He has been nominated for a Pushcart Award.
The glyphed buttercup begins to melt
Your unalterable name beneath my tongue
carried through tundra, desert, whirls of wheat
sweet, decipherable, unknown
a language I ache to learn
forms itself in brittle petals.
—from "Journey Eastward"