The Last Handful of Clover

Excerpt from: “Song 57” by Keith Woo

Book Three — The Stone in the Stream

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Can I write my way out of this grief?
Is there a pattern of ink on paper than will
give meaning to this unhealed wound?

In quiet moments now I imagine myself alone—
graying in a trailer park outside Boise, with dogs
barking and a sad tune playing on a distant radio.

Or, often, I dream of rolling lost through some dead city,
all the other dreamers and seekers raptured to heaven, 
or long ago stepped through into another dimension.

And I, with my faithful cat companion, roll
over weeds undeterred by pavement, finding
my secret door into the last surviving library.

Through the skylight, the smoky canopy of this ruined planet
provides just enough light to work my way through Dickens—
fumble my way through Ulysses, romp through Shakespeare.

There are no ghosts here. Just silence, and the flutter of a beloved
bird, long trapped in the stacks, who has somehow survived, and
spends his days seeking release and singing a mournful cry.

In my fantasies, there is insight to be gained through
this lonely life. But in reality I know I’d likely sicken
or starve, all those books unread, the bird left alone.

For it is not simply solitude that I crave. It’s the paring
down of my grief to whatever essence lies within.
An idle dream, for one too lazy to do the work.

I expect to depart this world more confused than I
entered it. I don’t hold out hope for some brilliant
flash of illumination or mystical transcendence.

No, my salvation is more likely to be found in my new love’s
embrace than from freeing that trapped bird. It’s more likely
to be found in his tattooed arms than in the endless desert.

In the end, if I find peace, it may be in accepting
that the answers lie beyond my meager ability
to track down a mis-shelved book.

It lies in the touch of a man as wounded as I,
who sometimes cries on my chest
when he thinks I’m sleeping.

And perhaps that small insight, if truly felt,
and humbly accepted, may be enough
to set the bird free.

—Excerpt from “Song 57,” as it appears in “Apocalyptica: One Hundred Laments for Salt Lake City” by Keith Woo, page 193.

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Wess Mongo Jolley

Wess Mongo Jolley is Utah native, who is now an expatriate American novelist, editor, poet and poetry promoter, living in Montreal. He is Founder and Director of the Performance Poetry Preservation Project, and is most well known for hosting the IndieFeed Performance Poetry Channel podcast for more than ten years. His poems and short stories have appeared or journals such as Off The Coast, PANK, The New Verse News, and Danse Macabre, Apparition Literary Journal, Grain, and in collections such as the Write Bloody Press book The Good Things About America. He loves hearing from readers, and can be contacted through his website, at https://wessmongojolley.com. If you are enjoying this story, please drop him a line, and consider supporting his work as a novelist at http://patreon.com/wessmongojolley. All of the trilogy's over 207 chapters are available there for subscribers, and new poems, short stories, and other content is posted there every Friday.

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