The Trinket

By Mark Belair

So many loners
I have known have
died leaving
few family and friends, deaths
that occurred so long ago
I may be—or soon could become—
the last mortal left
to have witnessed their life,
the sole remainder
from their small, scattered estate,
the final traceable trinket
on a flea market table
sunlit until shadowed
by what will take it away.

——————–

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


Comments are closed.