ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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FOLLOW AS A CONSEQUENCE
the migrators...

HIS EYES
Grant shades his eyes. He can see what could happen. He knows...

AT THE SOUTH UNION CEMETERY
my shadow entangled with the other shadows...

GINSENG
a pair of golden hands...

MY PRIZES MY AWARDS MY HONORS
that reading those decades ago...

IF I HAD TO
if I had to walk...

AFTER THE SUN HAS GONE DOWN
three bright things:...

DONE
the hand strokes...

10/14/11
a fire burns fiercely...

WHAT OTHERS THINK
no longer matters...

WHOLE LIFE
day of cold rain then late afternoon...

COMMUNICATION
I pray to God as if...

CHANGES
I had hoped to be different...

OUT FROM TO
out of love of self of family of books...

3x5 SNAPSHOT
Five Buzzards on the lawn, all related to me. The black clothing...

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lax...

AFTERPARTY
moon just down...

THIRST
it must be one of the spells cast on us...

12/10/11
sky and pavement both clear...

12/15/11
rain all night storming on the roof...

TO PASS THE TIME
I thought of pretending it was 35 years ago but I couldn't...

A SIDE TRIP
road but a few ride on...

THEORY OF NOTHING
afternoon...

WHILE WAITING FOR THE TEST RESULTS
you can play solitaire...

OLD WOOD
branch to branch...

TO DUST
dust I will leave you alone again...

LOCAL HISTORY
walking to the monroe county public library...

ECHO
if when following an echo...

CARRY WHAT
every extinction respects...

SHAMASH
was a name we gave to the sun...

A FIELD OF BOXES
its owner the one who lives far away...

OLD DUST ON OLD BOOKS
there really was only ever the one way home...

THE LONG STRETCH
out of those southern marshes and shores...

OLD AND NEW
I complain of my own clumsiness...

TENDER
when the fire sinks low a little stirring helps...

OBSERVATIONAL
the starvation of our time looks like...

WHAT IT IS LIKE NOW
mid-writing mid-word the one...

FEELINGS AND FACTS
The footprint left in clay today--...

AMONGST US
paper burns...

JUST ANOTHER GRAVE
distinguished as they all are...

REPORT TO MYSELF
the fevers nightly for a week...

A BOOK OF CLASSIC ERRORS
if your name is not listed...

COSMIC
the worldless water...

THIS SHINING
this life so rich with coincidence...

THE COOLDOWN
everything piled into the drought has been wiped away...

MY BED
my grandma's blind stroking of the table...

7/29/12
this summer is tougher than its trees...

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there was a man walking with his bag on his back...

NIGHT SKY
in a number that makes naming unmanageable...

WHAT DO I KNOW?
years past and far away behind me...

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his own language...

LESSON
the young deer in my yard...

POEM ENDING WITH WHAT I JUST ATE
record the seasons...

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that boulder shrugging up...

STEPPING OUTDOORS AFTER WAKING
looking at the almost light...

10/10/12
a record of what happened...

ALMOST A YEAR SINCE MY MOTHER DIED
some restless leaves fill the air...

NEWS
new light new air the chatter...

11/1/12
this early now momentous and young...

AT THE SOUTH UNION CEMETERY

my shadow entangled with the other shadows

the facts of what occurred lie all around

stones in rows surrounded by corn in rows

a complete demonstration of ripening and its results

there was a word spoken here a half century ago

it sank into the earth with the rest

its message lies there with the rest

my message to the future is

we did what you demanded of us
and we know the demand was not yours
it was imposed by some further off future
also beyond our reach

to be born amongst the billions is to spit into the lake
every breath taken must be given back again

night is shadow laid on shadow 
and it has no opposite no time without shadows
at exactest noon there are shadows under our feet

my message is

we have forgiven you in advance
for if we condemned you we would have to
blame ourselves for the past


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