Between Magnolia and Stamps,
on the dry road, it catches my eye:
a flash of blue in the trees, cool
violet bells, a color Hargreaves calls
a welcome sight in the tropics.
How can it thrive here,
alien flower, trapped chest-high
among the pines, in the underbrush
the size of a man, tangled
and green? My husband suffers
these musings later, mostly
in silence: he knows which man I mean.
Robin Kozak lives and works in Carmel, Indiana. Her poems have appeared in Antioch Review, Black Warrior Review, Crazyhorse, The Gettysburg Review, Hotel Amerika, Indiana Review, Poetry Northwest, and other publications. She has recently completed a novel, The Kingdom It Would Be. 
