ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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it's as the world is...

SONG
in the beak of one bird...

I STAND
before the tree...

PLUS A DAY
the eastern light...

ME STANDING STILL
by my feet infant trees...

10/8/03
trunk in the forest lit...

APPLE AND NEARFULL MOON
first bite of an apple...

SUNSET AUTUMN
the brilliant west...

UNEXPECTED LOVE
the cranes hovering...

STILL POOL
inked by falling leaves...

10/23/03
moody cemetery...

ACROSS IN
air...

IN MY NEW BLACK JACKET
beanfields shake their rattles...

OUR TRIP
it is like...

ALAN AFTER HE LEFT
missed out on certain sundays...

5:55
moon gone...

SOMETIME IN THE SEASON
a shower blowing headlines past...

THE HILL WAS BRIGHT GREEN
the crow was darker...

FOLLOWING
the road coming out of my mouth...

NEW SORROWS EVERY DAY
the birds flying through my head...

REAL REMEMBRANCE
the wind as the weather changes...

MY POEMS
I said and then paused...

12/1/03
branches bare their birds to the wind...

LONG FULL
the evening land...

AROUND
the way the world looked to him...

ON THE WORLD
this world is one...

FROM THIS BLUFF
trees having shed their leaves...

WOODS: ZONE
where loneliness finds itself...

THEFT OF A LINE FROM WRIGHT
when the sea comes back...

WILDNESS COMES BACK
The wild in America is contained, pushed back, owned by the people...

3/1/04
the road is quiet...

AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. III
in the desert of eternity...

FOR ONCE
setting a course...

YELLOW BIRCH RAVINE, HEMLOCK CLIFFS
go an hour south...

PRESERVED
how a house becomes a ruin...

INSTANT PRACTICE
I have failed...

TEACHER
breath of breaths...

UNTIL
this dream we are living...

OF THE NINETEEN THOUSAND
of the nineteen thousand days of my life so far...

UNDISTURBED
The night after the poetry reading I slept well but towards morning...

SHORT SPRING SHOPPING LIST
forsythia...

WAZOO,
out the:...

7/20/04
the dead wood's fruit...

ELEGY
told me two weeks before he died...

MY CAREER I
near the cascades leaping recklessly...

MY CAREER II
standing on the vast roof that evening...

UNAFFLICTED
summer somnia...

WHAT I NOTICED AND WHAT I THOUGHT
trees shook by wind...

PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE
so happy with me...

WHILE THE MASS EXTINCTIONS
went on there were...

LEFT
to have waited...

LESSON
the heart tilted over...

MODERN SINKHOLES
near the house...

EVERYWHERE
this time of year...

WEEKEND SCENE
walking in circles forwards...

LAST DAY OF SUMMER
a tree lighter by a leaf...

DRY
the natives mow their lawns...

FIRST LIGHT
the other great example...

THE BOLD AND THE PALE
the morning glories have surged up the trellises...

I'M HAPPY
when I say I'm happy...



ALAN AFTER HE LEFT


missed out on certain sundays
fruit trees blooming like bows tied around the town
news of a crash
chances to feel outrage or sympathy
sunrises with the smoke from houses
indistinguishable from the fog
orchestras and travel and help
a lot of nutty entanglements
grandeur of the hawk lightness of the sparrow
the heart bent by circumstance
trying to straighten itself on its friends
dogs barking horses running

every day he was missed he missed
the center of attention moved elsewhere
or he took it with him like a hat
so huge no one else would wear it
underneath which a song rises in a boy's clear voice
(sunrise after the last hours of night
alone in the barn with the brain tumbling about
memory of the boy's clear voice mixed with the slow light
coming excitement rising with the light the spirit
reckless compassionate attentive
to all listening until the moment comes to speak)


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