Your life has come to this:
trees hollowed by blight
melting in rain like cardboard boxes;
a snail shell abandoned on the path
full of the cold breath of moss;
night hanging onto the sky
like a transient’s coat;
an owl disappearing
into a cloud’s tattered pocket;
the moon rolling along the horizon,
a quarter that’s slipped from your hand,
the last chance to call home.
Kip Knott is the author of four chapbooks of poetry, the most recent being Afraid of Heaven (Mudlark, 2013). In his spare time, he is an art dealer who travels throughout the U.S. in search of those lost treasures that can still be found in small town flea markets and antique shops.
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