How Could I Have Known
Anything about this life?
The moon outside the window
made no sense at all.
The starfish.
The butterfly.
The seagull.
The people
with their secrets.
That boy on a blue bicycle
still out there
riding circles
around the neighborhood.
Nobody left to call him home.
*poem originally published in Viper’s Tongue
Clint Margrave is the author of several books of fiction and poetry, including the poetry collections Salute the Wreckage, The Early Death of Men, and most recently, Visitor, all from NYQ Books.
Currently Reading:
The School of Night by Karl Knausgaard
For More About the Author: http://clintmargrave.com