Red Language

If I heard the words you once used

in our wild place rough with scrub roses

in sand—if your words came back

gray and kind as mild winter

believe me I’d still understand

offer my own red language

my tongue to your tongue

so we recall what we once said

that made us live

                        made us choose to live

Copyright © 2020 Heid E. Erdrich. This poem originally appeared in The Kenyon Review. Used with permission of the poet.