The Last Window
Christopher Nelson
In the rectangle of light
where you first consider God possible
he is breathing beside you
—maybe there is a way
maybe there was a way—
Leaves of red and rot
the grovel the shovel the garbage garden
And then the snow, the blue snow
and you’re in another century
pulling a handcart full of hens
as Father taught you to:
avoiding the ruts, ignoring the cold
one wild warder—
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Christopher Nelson is a Jacob K. Javits Fellow and MFA candidate at the University of Arizona. In 2009 his chapbook Blue House was published by the Poetry Society of America. His interviews with poets can be read at http://nelsonpoetry.blogspot.com.