ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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LATE SUMMER BEES
a creek of broken stones...

EVERYBODY'S UP BY 6:00 BUT ME
light wind moving overhead...

THE KILL
heap of fawn...

THE AFTER-ETERNITY
the western wind has passed...

WALKING
my steps each one marking...

ADVENTURE
pebble your adventure...

FUTURES PAST
these days a strange dark...

10/10/06
one squirrel less...

A THEORY OF LINES
wind bent by the objects it surrounds...

LAST CRICKET
in the hickory's crown...

AN EQUATION
Our minds are formed for a place where no one is stricken, where...

12/7/06
across the last dark of night...

IT IS
a hundred-year walk to the moon...

BLACKSNAKES
They get to be four, five, six feet long quite commonly. No poison...

TURN OF THE YEAR
near the house a trash...

FORGOTTEN
I remember a world...

LIE BACK
the curved moon lies back...

untitled
a cold rain...

IN ANSWER TO THE REPEATED QUESTION
I spoke my name out loud many times...

HIDDEN BEHIND BELOW
the courthouse square almost empty...

WALKING HERE
my feet said my shoes...

SEVEN DEER
earth in your determined ring...

TO SPEAK OF REAL WEATHER
white hands of water...

SOME WRITING
with gaping wounds...

DREADNIGHT
those few still awake are hidden...

MY CONDITION
the small white moths...

WORLD IN LOVE WITH ITSELF
all motion is one motion...

6/22/07
in the field of shadows...

solitude motionless
my hands stronger...

EVASIVE APOLOGY
I am sorry for all the ones...

PRAYER
...

JUST BETWEEN FRIENDS
a day any day...

untitled
hard verse that will not leave...

8/25/07
the day between two wings...

TO A BUZZARD
cousin...

A MYSTERY
one bird's anxious calling...

STORAGE
blaze of harvest rivered from the fields...

COUNTING MY MONEY
everything is halved...

ASTERS
radiance common heartleaved...

LOVE IS CRAZY, ART IS LONG
there was this one that one...

COME A TIME
endless elegies laid foot to forehead...

MR. RENSBERGER'S EXACT MEASUREMENTS
keep changing...

PERSEPHONE
amongst the dark columns...

WHICH WAY IS BEST?
here steep there boggy moved every which way...

MILK BEER WATER
in the beginning it was milk milk milk...

GONE TO HEAVEN
at how many funerals...

1/28/08
as daylight does the dark...

DAN MCKIBBEN
sunny window bay in the kitchen...

MUSIC TO MY EYES
snowy baroque ...

TO MYSELF
a page bent...

MY OWN TIME
there was it could be imagined...

2/26/08
if I step outside for even a few minutes ...

ONE THOUGHT YIELDS TO ANOTHER
whatever evolution is...

LAST OF WINTER (FIRST TRY)
as the days bend toward...

LAST OF WINTER (SECOND TRY)
a man is a fire in the world...

TRUE NATURE
after the dark is dark...

WHO MADE IT
if I am in my labors...

SOMETIME IN THE SEASON


a shower blowing headlines past
randomness takes over anything you feel or say
while you think what is common to all?

having a throat you could say that
the need to eliminate you could ditto

the line of blowing
has its startles and surges
and you are no more still
or less blown

and could you be the possession of all
and understood by all
and if so the result of all this
being swept here and there
is you

maybe the only integrity
of the line we pursue
is its waver

how many times the weather
will not let us be
and when the sun goes down
its hole and clouds come over the sky

out of nowhere progress is being made
like a sudden drop in temperature
that comes with gusts
sweeping up trash and twisting
with them down the street