the gilded tree that glitters in dusklight/like an upside-down chandelier
It’s been three years since
a rogue tornado toppled headstones
in the dispossessed graveyard
I pass every day to and from work.
Some time ago, someone
gathered them up and leaned them
against the lone silver maple
that somehow survived the wind.
This evening when I drive home
after a late spring ice storm
I see them standing beneath
the gilded tree that glitters in dusklight
like an upside-down chandelier
as if waiting for anyone
to dance with whenever
their unearthly music begins.
Kip Knott is a writer, poet, teacher, photographer, and part-time art dealer living in Ohio. His writing has appeared in Best Microfiction 2024, Gettysburg Review, Poet Lore, Vestal Review, Virginia Quarterly Review, and The Wigleaf Top 50. His most recent book of poetry, A Mob of Kangaroos, is available from Ridge Books.
