ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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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...



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)