April 2, 2015
Book of Dreams Falling

The morning falls like a book

kicked off a bed by a man coming awake,

a book that opens like the prairie opens

as you walk to the crest of a hill.

The black words of its pages

have slipped up into the black night

like ravens or crows disappearing.

 

The day is the book of dreams

falling from the bed

and closing on the floor

as eyes close.

 

The night comes with its book

where your mother’s petticoat

shimmers into a hay wagon

and your father

turns into an axe

as your dead brother flames

into telephone wires

burning across a plain. His voice

sings out of the dark lines,

urging you to do something

you can’t remember.

 

–Joseph Heithaus (Putnam County)

Joseph Heithaus

Joseph Heithaus lives in Greencastle, home of DePauw University, where he’s taught for almost twenty years. He’s the author of Poison Sonnets (David Robert Books, 2012), and co-author of Airmail and Rivers, Rails and Runways (San Francisco Bay Press, 2012 & 2008). His work has appeared in numerous journals, most recently in The Wabash Watershed, Southwest Review, Atlanta Review, and Ruminate.

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