Her Final Act


She sat

flat on the grass, her legs


out schoolgirl-straight

though she was eighty if a day.


Like a solemn girl

at play, she


plucked flowers

from a pile


and shot them

like darts


into a vase

beside her husband’s grave.


She muttered to herself,



no longer

clear of mind.


Her old, known




in the ground.


Her new, strange








Mark Belair’s poems have appeared in numerous journals, including Alabama Literary Review, Euphony Journal, Harvard Review, and Michigan Quarterly Review. Author of seven collections of poems, his most recent book is Stonehaven, a work of fiction (Turning Point Books, 2020). He has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize multiple times, as well as for a Best of the Net Award. Please visit www.markbelair.com