ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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  keyword(s) in poems:

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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...

IN TIME


to arrive in time with some of what you've packed
on your shoulders some arriving later
to have been crawling and flying
with minimal sleep the whole way
which led to some wrong turns
down interesting side roads
where you could picture yourself
settled for no matter how many years 
still a stranger to your neighbors--
until one night very late when it's so quiet
the only sound you hear is 
the wind that relentless insomniac
you load your car and remove yourself
to the next county over the unrepaired bridge
and keep going till at another 
wide water you take a ferry
and then abandoning your vehicle 
go on by bus train jet--
you have returned to the initial route planned
and there it is!
the familiar country with its cemeteries
and houses designed not to last forever
but to be carried off the way 
a calendar loses pages
there you are you can tell them what it's like
to load less on your shoulders each day and
how to arrive in time despite all and then
take a place at the table with good appetite