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...

GO TO LEONARD SPRINGS


walk past the gush and then
on the path that skirts the marsh
with its families of duck and beaver
and the overflights of swallows
to the place where the dam broke
and the stream from the marsh spills

then back to the main path curving
uphill and its link over to the road
whose chunks of coarse gravel
hurt the feet through their shoes
descending to tall grass and
walnut trees where the road becomes
a footpath again crossing
the stream where it runs shallow
washing over the face of a rockshelf
and up the other side dark pines
ground soft with dead needles

another curve uphill to the track
by the edge of the abandoned quarry
the earth's bones upended but
covering themselves with green again
and over to where the track thins
and turns rough downhill tracing
through briars to cross the lesser
ditchy end of the stream and here
a confusion as the path is so starved
of traffic it blurs into the scrub

but the dog finds the way
and I follow until blocked by
a tangle of rosebushes she can
trot under but I can't press through
I have to keep her in sight while
I swing around the tangle through
the woods to meet her where she's 
no surprise found the road again

uphill trudge out of breath but
in the open now the way back clear
legs sore must look for ticks
when I get home the dog happy
though she walks a little shambly
no wonder poor thing to go so far
and in such excitement all the way