ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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ABOUT TO SIT DOWN
Stepping out the back door...


KISS HIS EAR
Brown corn bends as...


STALLING OUT
Just by getting enough distance...


PAGE ZERO
my mind's blank wall...


PARTING
words just off...


CRICKETS HESITATE
the night...


FROM AND TO
my first eternity...


IN THIS LITTLE POEM OR WORLD
I mislaid my travel plans the map...


FIELD GUIDE
indigo bunting no words...


untitled
I knew...


I STAY UP LATE
studying to live...


POEM OF EXPOSURE
the tender outcry...


untitled
underground I'll turn to you...


THEFT OF A LINE FROM TATE
I consider it a citizen's duty...


STANDING STILL IN
november...


HOW I TRAPPED THE MURDERER
I left out the part...


PROVERB
he who sleeps a false sleep...


A SUNDAY NIGHT SERMON FOR DAVID BAKER
The first step is to listen,...


I AM PART BUZZARD
my grandmother was a buzzard...


DEAR FUCKHEADS
my head hurts...


TILL IT THAWS
1....


RESOLUTION
I am so glad...


EVENING POEM
in the cellar...


DISTURBANCE
the world is alive...


FLIGHT
the gamblers...


VISIT
Buying toys, the one remaining copy...


STORM
in trouble again...


JUST AFTER DAWN
We sat among the cattle and he asked me ...


INTERPRETATION
Hour begets hour, dream begets dream,...


THE BUZZARD SPEAKS
I am proud...


INTERRUPTION
not knowing what to say...


JOSEPH'S POEM
if you wish to own a fear...


DIS-ORDER
of course...


BLUE MILLION
in the house dark...


untitled
blank pages spit their silence...


BROKEN POEM
life goes through...


AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. II
the day before my birth...


MARENGO
the pressure of seasons...


TODAY
awoke in the forest...

THE DROUGHT


if the drought means anything we haven't been told
as a matter of course it seizes our eyes for the water they carry
unrecognized by all but a few its mother has set out looking for it
she takes no food and rests only when exhausted
the footprints are everywhere the trail is confused
when she asks she is mocked or given useless sympathy
useless because it contains no information other than itself
if she hums as she searches her feet tire less quickly
and the marks on her face stay hidden from those she mistrusts
when they come out the marks reveal a buried electricity
of which we must be aware and shun as a danger
the long search has made her ruthless and severe
her face is printed in every newspaper as one of the ten least-wanted
she believes that somewhere past the dead corn and weak flowers
her child has fallen in with dry companions and forgotten his home
if only someone would remind him with a few shreds of wallpaper
or the smell of the furniture he would be called to his senses
and leave his wandering that only brings sorrow and a few souvenirs
too delicate for the rough life of no shelving or strongboxes