ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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BEING AND NON-BEING
vastness goes...

FIREFLY NIGHTS
firefly nights and bloom...

SUMMER ENDING SOUNDS
cicada on a willow branch...

YOUR FACE IS HERE
I carry it in both hands...

COMPASS
to point the direction of time's arrow...

WHAT I HEARD
the same sound in the rain coming through the trees...

THE WORKS IN NEWARK AND FORT ANCIENT
the circle I stand in...

BECK'S MILL
stands of corn fields of grass and tall flowers...

THE DROUGHT OF 2002
remember rain...

WAITING FOR COOLER
over all the river lands...

untitled
through misfortune...

STONE QUARRIES
there was never...

CONVERSATION WITH FATE
fate can be found in all directions...

NEWS
here here here here here...

PARALLELS
what goes on at the same time...

OUT OF SLEEP
often when I wake before daylight...

TIME RELIGION
worshipped by ticks prayed to...

THIS AFTERNOON
I walked over the cemetary...

LATE IN SEPTEMBER
the bigger sky...

WHERE I COME FROM
farmers turning in their fields...

TWO BY TWO
in the iron-barred well of a basement window...

IN US
the day of your night is walking...

9/30/02
a crow like me squawks from some way off...

MY METHOD
my method...

TO THE FALLEN/IN PRAISE OF FALLING/THEFT OF LINES FROM TAYLOR
color of flame...

WEATHER
The door holds. Yesterday's violent red morning, today's steady...

CAUSE/EFFECT
because of mirrors I have a face...

PERSONAL REVELATIONS OF 2003
I am in my middle errors waiting in line to migrate...

THE ROADSIDE MARTYRS
there are no coffins under the crosses they only mark...

I LISTEN
even when no one is talking...

2/4/03
this morning the sky was a sea of clouds...

ENTRY FOR A CHRONICLE
In this year, people's talk was often of peace and war....

WIND REMEMBER
the wind blowing the winter I was 11 is still blowing...

HOLD ON
this is not...

MINUS WHATEVER MINUS
sky minus blue earth minus brown...

COMING ACROSS DEER TRACKS IN THE SNOW
my feet step where yours did...

MIRROR MYSELF
being invisible to myself...

SOMEONE AND ME
someone complained about my attitude...

3/22/03
dark the pillow from which dawn lifts its head...

OUR COURTHOUSE IS BEAUTIFUL
from the southwest corner on a clear April day...

LUCKY FOR NOW
I slept but all night in the constant rain...

APOLOGIZE BUT
I should apologize to the county...

VISITING T.C. STEELE'S HOUSE IN THE RAIN
the trees have had time...

METAPHOR
one thing is like another...

ITINERARY
I crossed the Wabash River...

ER
by which I mean Eric Rensberger...

7/20/03
no one to see...

READY I THOUGHT
I am ready I thought...

untitled
subtle...

CHILLY WITH
the window open...

THUNDER DAY
everything loses strength in the heat...

REMINDER
Last summer I looked for the bridge whose enormous piers cast the...

COUNTING UP TO 53
and counting again...

SUMMER NIGHT
day goes down...

JUST BEFORE BED
above the heart a sentence beats...

STORM DAMAGE
trees shattered...

MY HOUSE, A POEM
You are listening when I say that the great thing about a poem...

MARS GETS CLOSER
and catches us looking at him...

A GLIMPSE
for weeks we looked at the sky...

MARS GETS CLOSER


and catches us looking at him
and dancing gravely behind our telescopes
we know him as the vigilant one so
we show it by staying up at night
waiting for the weather to break
and watching him

he wonders at us packed like wolves
and snapping at each other
not my fault he thinks
calamities desolation sacrifice
I'm not the one who claimed
a surrender as a victory
the name they gave me
mystifies me as much as them

bugs canals a face weather
what will they think of me next?
all I ever wanted was to farm
no spears just stalks of grain
no shields just fields to hold off
the only real enemy: dearth

hey they look like bugs don't they?
crawling around down there
some of them fat as grubs
if I was a woodpecker
I'd start striking


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