Timothy Robbins

Tipton Poetry Journal – Fall 2021

Grass-Scape

Timothy Robbins

These blocks are too safe for dark walks. Neighborhood watch would call the cops.

Not on me. Wait for fresh light and first dogs. Then go and commiserate with

lawns variegated by drought. What preRaphaelite wouldn’t give his palette for

these lambent blends of burnt umber, raw and burnt sienna, rare breaths of faded

green? Only a few squares of verdure in front of the larger houses (grasses with

sugar daddies) and the lot where clover and thistle breed remind me these colors

are wrong. Eventually a plentiful rain, though not the rain I need, will come.

Timothy Robbins has been teaching English as a Second Language for 30 years. His poems have appeared in many literary journals and has published five volumes of poetry: Three New Poets (Hanging Loose Press), Denny’s Arbor Vitae (Adelaide Books), Carrying Bodies (Main Street Rag Press) Mother Wheel (Cholla Needles Press) and This Night I Sup in Your House (Cyberwit.net). He lives in Wisconsin with his husband of 24 years.