42opus
is an online magazine of the literary arts.
2 September 2004 | Vol. 4, No. 3
Useless Song
Wake up 5 a.m. & the prairie is raining
white birds. The moon appears. The moon
circles the sky. My mouth is a dead lamp
looking for its light. The river is a tape loop
saying goodbye. The moon is dead. The moon
is dead, is dead. Maybe I am now about to die
the death of endeavor. Maybe I am about to discover
pleasure. Maybe. This is not exactly what I mean
anymore than the sun is the sun. I keep dreaming
about men. It is not sad or I would laugh.
With the mind goes a world, with the heart
goes the weather. What progress after the hawk?
Rabbit, rabbit in the dark of the moon. Dogs dream
a scent, but nothing is quicker
than prey.
About the author:
Juliet Patterson's poems have appeared in Verse, Conduit, The Journal, DIAGRAM, and other publications. She lives in Minneapolis. Her favorite color is red. You can reach her at .
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