ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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Sequence: 7

TRIPLE OUGHT
we have endured...

TURN OR BE TURNED
waking...

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I am...

WEAK
my ill-rising...

FIRST DAY OF SPRING A BLIZZARD VISITS US
this last snow's weight and power...

BOOK OF THE DAY
a version of no corrections...

SNOWFALL
a cancel of...

HERE, YOU
valley of the powerless...

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the minutes...

NOTES IN HIS OWN HAND
About the destroying condition....

NEIGHBORLY
our day...

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out of the door...

JUST BARELY
here it is difficult...

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quoted before I speak...

TRUE
time to notice...

POINT OUT
here is an impossibility...

COMPANY
there is a quiet before I speak...

HEARTENED
almost midnight...

IN PROCESS
giving thanks or sass...

CONTINUANCE
a face to look into for...

STRUGGLE TO UNDERSTAND
fresh tears...

PRAYER
heart made of dirt...

MONDAY
the call to remind me...

JUST LIKE ME
trying to move sideways...

HOW IT IS
the old smile...

THUNDERSTORM LIGHTNING FLASHES
the storm's welcome...

THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AT LEAST ONE PERSON
a shell game in which...

FOR THOSE LYING WAKEFUL AS IT STORMS
thunder off in the distance...

4/22/96
press of rain...

CONSCIOUSNESS
what grabs it...

CLEAR DARK
there should be...

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see what...

START OF THE DAY
tight...

ADDRESSING YOU
if you are staring at me...

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the strange diction...

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3 a.m. an owl calls out...

WEATHER REPORT
showers and thundershowers...

NOTATION
I allow myself to be influenced. It is ...

WHEN YOU
arrive in ocean a wave arises inside you...

THEFT OF LINES FROM CERNUDA
Sleep...

10/20/96
my circles run through the woods...

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held up my empty secrets...

THE FEELING OF IT
North begins hereabouts...

TIME TO GO
winter light...

A PLACE
it closes to them...

CLOSING MY EYES
as I die...

STORY ABOUT SAFETY
the wind up...

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a voice in the room...

11/19/96
words rest...

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clouds form...

POEM OF SLEEP
sky mists...

MUSIC
a music that makes me...

WHEN I READ
I read to keep steady...

SOS
the page shifts no rest a sea...

NOW REMEMBERING
the rain cuts...

CARRIED
I give up on my fingers...

HAWK
strong hunter...

OVER AND OUT
crossing over the creek bed...

Listen!


THE ROADSIDE MARTYRS


there are no coffins under the crosses they only mark
the intersection where the two friends body and soul
parted ways and made this place the host of the event

bare or studded with glitter leaning over or upright
the colors of their plastic flowers faded in the sun
their home a ditch their companions weeds
the roadside martyrs watch traffic go by with pale eyes

they are counting the numbers for us and remaining
they are the row fate has surveyed by the highway
they offer the meekest of warnings

no miracles are accomplished by them the dead stay dead
the lame limp but we are reminded that no matter how lonely
hatefully or carelessly we've lived when the blow falls
strangers crowd around to free us and to lift us away