Still Life with Chair and Fan

By Mark Belair

On a plain
chair back cushion
rises sunlight in
discs designed by
holes that encircle
the cord of the window blinds,
the setting sun recasting, in time,
the sharp discs to soft ovals
that slide to the side, slats
of blind-light appearing,
the slats and ovals then
slipping to the wall and, finally, fading
as the empty chair
draws in the dusk
that mottles it
to shapelessness
while a sweeping fan
seems to search
for something getting
lost, blindly,
left and right, left and right.

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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 most recent collection is Breathing Room (Aldrich Press, 2015). Previous collections include Night Watch (Finishing Line Press, 2013); While We’re Waiting (Aldrich Press, 2013); and Walk With Me (Parallel Press of the University of Wisconsin at Madison, 2012). He has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize three times. For more information, please visit www.markbelair.com


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