A Moment in the Sun

By Mark Belair

As you sit outdoors at a small café,

sun easing your cares,

 

all the pigeons in the square

abruptly fly away

 

and you feel a sudden lightness

you haven’t felt in years.

 

As if the pigeons were griefs

you’d kept longer than memory,

 

longer than mourning,

longer than reason or heart should allow.

 

Shaken free, you bolt up

to start your new life

 

when all the pigeons, as if startled

by their strange, exalted flight,

 

fly back down,

blackening the sky.

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Mark Belair’s poems have appeared in numerous journals, including Alabama Literary Review, Atlanta Review, Harvard Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, Poetry East and The South Carolina Review. His books include the collection While We’re Waiting (Aldrich Press, 2013) and two chapbook collections: Night Watch (Finishing Line Press, 2013), and Walk With Me (Parallel Press of the University of Wisconsin at Madison, 2012). He has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. For more information, please visit www.markbelair.com


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