The Word ‘Love’

THE WORD 'LOVE' I Robley Wilson, Jr. It appears at some remove like exhaust from an auto — blue, and sweeping upward, changing shape, dissolving as it cools on winter air. You walk across the street firmly, as if some special one waited for you, as if nothing were in your way— but breathe it, swallow it, and it swallows you, too, a cloud that glides clean through you and nobody sees. T h e M is s o u r i R eview • 17 ...