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...

Listen!


SUMMER PRAISES


the ground-filling rain
the rain like spray
the rain driven to violence by the sharp angles of the wind
the strange rain coming briefly while the sun shines
the soft rain yesterday washing into today's brightness
the rain at night that shelters your sleep
the rumbles shouts and split flashes that are rain's accompaniment
the rain that digs the dirt and softens it till the sunflowers keel over
the rain talking over stones
the gloomy rain that conditions your thoughts
the loving rain the harsh one the one that will not leave
the rain that hides in the cellar or jumps off the roof
the satisfying rain and the one that only teases
the rain in your hand the rain on your shoulders
the rain with a rhythm of blood drowsing you
the rain walking home beside you
the rain apart from you
the rain that never stops singing
the weary rain that wishes to stop
the rain that kills the memory of drought with its own green hands
the rain marks in the dust
the rust that remembers rain
the results of rain in tall crops thick air and mosquitos
the rain holding your thoughts in its pocket like a letter
the rain going into your mind through your ears
the delight of rain the boredom of rain the sleepiness of rain the
     rendering of rain as crayola lines
the rain you've grown up with and the new rain about to fall
the things touched by rain that are gone when the rain comes again
the rain when it was in the clouds was not rain but clouds
the clouds when they visit are not clouds but rain
the rain changes itself and others
the rain dries off the sun is strong you sit under a tree
sheltering as you did from the rain only now from the sun
and the shadows rain down on you