ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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Sequence: 15

LATE SUMMER BEES
a creek of broken stones...

EVERYBODY'S UP BY 6:00 BUT ME
light wind moving overhead...

THE KILL
heap of fawn...

THE AFTER-ETERNITY
the western wind has passed...

WALKING
my steps each one marking...

ADVENTURE
pebble your adventure...

FUTURES PAST
these days a strange dark...

10/10/06
one squirrel less...

A THEORY OF LINES
wind bent by the objects it surrounds...

LAST CRICKET
in the hickory's crown...

AN EQUATION
Our minds are formed for a place where no one is stricken, where...

12/7/06
across the last dark of night...

IT IS
a hundred-year walk to the moon...

BLACKSNAKES
They get to be four, five, six feet long quite commonly. No poison...

TURN OF THE YEAR
near the house a trash...

FORGOTTEN
I remember a world...

LIE BACK
the curved moon lies back...

untitled
a cold rain...

IN ANSWER TO THE REPEATED QUESTION
I spoke my name out loud many times...

HIDDEN BEHIND BELOW
the courthouse square almost empty...

WALKING HERE
my feet said my shoes...

SEVEN DEER
earth in your determined ring...

TO SPEAK OF REAL WEATHER
white hands of water...

SOME WRITING
with gaping wounds...

DREADNIGHT
those few still awake are hidden...

MY CONDITION
the small white moths...

WORLD IN LOVE WITH ITSELF
all motion is one motion...

6/22/07
in the field of shadows...

solitude motionless
my hands stronger...

EVASIVE APOLOGY
I am sorry for all the ones...

PRAYER
...

JUST BETWEEN FRIENDS
a day any day...

untitled
hard verse that will not leave...

8/25/07
the day between two wings...

TO A BUZZARD
cousin...

A MYSTERY
one bird's anxious calling...

STORAGE
blaze of harvest rivered from the fields...

COUNTING MY MONEY
everything is halved...

ASTERS
radiance common heartleaved...

LOVE IS CRAZY, ART IS LONG
there was this one that one...

COME A TIME
endless elegies laid foot to forehead...

MR. RENSBERGER'S EXACT MEASUREMENTS
keep changing...

PERSEPHONE
amongst the dark columns...

WHICH WAY IS BEST?
here steep there boggy moved every which way...

MILK BEER WATER
in the beginning it was milk milk milk...

GONE TO HEAVEN
at how many funerals...

1/28/08
as daylight does the dark...

DAN MCKIBBEN
sunny window bay in the kitchen...

MUSIC TO MY EYES
snowy baroque ...

TO MYSELF
a page bent...

MY OWN TIME
there was it could be imagined...

2/26/08
if I step outside for even a few minutes ...

ONE THOUGHT YIELDS TO ANOTHER
whatever evolution is...

LAST OF WINTER (FIRST TRY)
as the days bend toward...

LAST OF WINTER (SECOND TRY)
a man is a fire in the world...

TRUE NATURE
after the dark is dark...

WHO MADE IT
if I am in my labors...

TIME TO GO


winter light
roads dim in the fog
trees hold up their evidence
a voice going home
on the gravel lanes led
by deviations written
on the inner bark of sycamores

the crows fly over
they are like us though
their words are higher in the air
and not so easily lost
what happens to a feather
they shed is it drifts
till something catches it
or something else wants
to bear it away

we should get going
the voice will be there before us
we can hold hands
the going will be easier
the chill will leave us

if necessary we can sing
not so far now
pick up your feet
and go singing
the best help is no help
and we struggle so much
our beauty has trouble with us