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...

SIDE WALK


Between the streetlamps there are regions of dark.  You can't
see anything, your vision melts away to nothing.  I want to
help--I always want to help--and in the murk I get to be cau-
tious.  Caution is one of my strongest traits, I'm very good
at it, and here it is helpful.  "Curb coming," I say, or
"step up," or "the sidewalk is a little rough here."  I take
your elbow, I walk so close to you that our thighs brush and
we have to establish a mutual rhythm. My caution now spreads
out like the light from the streetlamps, and I worry what we
look like.  I am in a car on the street and I see two men
walking in an embrace. Do I turn my head not to see, do I
point the car at them, do I become excited?  I am almost en-
tirely caution now, and I have spread myself up and down the
street.  I am in all the houses, peeking out the windows
scandalized in each of my secretive living rooms.  I hold my
breath, dangerous to myself.  I want to help.  I want to help.