ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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some words last longer...


THEORETICAL
just read the words...


AN ACCOUNT
it wasn't as if any...


THE NIGHT OF THE BIG STORM
the neighbor boy with candles...


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day that hesitates...


9/4/94
morning the flowers...


LUCK
of birds to have wings...


MEMORY
noon the infinite...


9/1/94
eulogy strains those heads...


HOW TO
ceremonies must be long...


A MAN OF WAR
rises through the air...


TALE
midnight pours out his heart...


TITLE NO TITLE
if your hand...


I'LL TRY AGAIN
it chases me...


24 HOURS
night as a cistern...


NOTICING
how to be literal as a last gasp...


LOOKOUT
looking out from a window in the treetops...


RETURN
in someone's house or in a barn...


MY WALK
being secret and smart...


ONGOING
that rush rush...


MONEY WORRIES
dreaming of an owl...


MABLE MCKIBBEN RENSBERGER
grandmother of underground places...


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memory bled...


PAGE TORN FROM THE BOOK OF MEMORY
where it is flat the wind...


APOSTROHE
moon bone bright I...


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for luck a fire...


EXAMPLES
slipped on the carpet at the turn of the stairs...


GIVE ME JUST A MINUTE
The room blurs. I can't think....


TELLING ABOUT
argument with my shadow...


DOCTORS MISUNDERSTAND
blue circles approaching my eyes...


HERE'S AN IDEA
what about...


COLDER WIND
everything is...


BEING TOLD GOODBYE
I am in the limited area...


MY LETTERS
continuator of hieroglyphs...


HELP ME
this poetry has grown too heavy...


RETURN THE FAVOR
doc buzzard in your cart...


SURVEYOR'S DREAM
to keep all the directions...


SEEN FROM A DISTANCE
the poems he has forgotten...


TRAVEL
atlas of devastation...


WE SING
day...


AS I SLEEP
I am blind stumbling...


PRACTICE WITH MY EYES
a hero of waiting...


WORDS I CANNOT UNDERSTAND
bad traffic on the way to...


CHANGE IN THE WEATHER
the wailing stops...


WHAT WILL I WRITE ON THE LAST PAGE
blank paper stares at me...

LARRY MILLER


when you call back there to order the flowers
they know how to spell R e n s b e r g e r
but listen politely when out of habit you rattle it off
and Much Love From Your Boyhood Friend
doesn't strike them as oldfashioned sentimental
they'll check about the viewing for you
and manage everything except connecting memory
with knowledge which is left to pain the usual

here's this for Larry:  always a fat kid but not soft
deepchested broadshouldered like his fierce St. Bernard
the family business was heavy equipment
backhoes bulldozers and the work they could do
his first vehicle was a red scooter lawnmower engine
pull the cord and go admirable to me the sixth grader already
doing tractor work but allowed only a bicycle for fun he rode
barefoot and used his feet for brakes even (I saw this) on gravel

last time I saw him was at grandma's house had to be
a decade ago he stood just inside the back door wouldn't
come further because of his muddy clothes well what I do
for fun now is mulepacking I come down your way
every summer go into the Hoosier National deep as we can get
stay there a week so quiet you don't hear any traffic
camp out no work nothing to do you should come along
sometime I'll call you sure love to sounds great IN MEMORIUM