Disturbances

By Mark Belair

A night
dark as the sleep that eludes me.

A lone
streetlamp—I rise to see—slanted with rain.

Rushing
tire treads creasing the street’s black wetness.

Dampness
weighting the wrangled sheets I wade back into.

Disturbances
so distinct, lush, and insistent

they seed a drizzly, then
finally

drenching
rainfall of dreams.

 

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Mark Belair’s poems have appeared in numerous journals, including Alabama Literary Review, Atlanta Review, The Cincinnati Review, Harvard Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, Poetry East and The South Carolina Review. His latest collection is Watching Ourselves (Unsolicited Press, 2017). Previous collections include Breathing Room (Aldrich Press, 2015); 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 multiple times. Please visit www.markbelair.com


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