ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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TRIPLE OUGHT
we have endured...

TURN OR BE TURNED
waking...

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I am...

WEAK
my ill-rising...

FIRST DAY OF SPRING A BLIZZARD VISITS US
this last snow's weight and power...

BOOK OF THE DAY
a version of no corrections...

SNOWFALL
a cancel of...

HERE, YOU
valley of the powerless...

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the minutes...

NOTES IN HIS OWN HAND
About the destroying condition....

NEIGHBORLY
our day...

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out of the door...

JUST BARELY
here it is difficult...

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quoted before I speak...

TRUE
time to notice...

POINT OUT
here is an impossibility...

COMPANY
there is a quiet before I speak...

HEARTENED
almost midnight...

IN PROCESS
giving thanks or sass...

CONTINUANCE
a face to look into for...

STRUGGLE TO UNDERSTAND
fresh tears...

PRAYER
heart made of dirt...

MONDAY
the call to remind me...

JUST LIKE ME
trying to move sideways...

HOW IT IS
the old smile...

THUNDERSTORM LIGHTNING FLASHES
the storm's welcome...

THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AT LEAST ONE PERSON
a shell game in which...

FOR THOSE LYING WAKEFUL AS IT STORMS
thunder off in the distance...

4/22/96
press of rain...

CONSCIOUSNESS
what grabs it...

CLEAR DARK
there should be...

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see what...

START OF THE DAY
tight...

ADDRESSING YOU
if you are staring at me...

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the strange diction...

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3 a.m. an owl calls out...

WEATHER REPORT
showers and thundershowers...

NOTATION
I allow myself to be influenced. It is ...

WHEN YOU
arrive in ocean a wave arises inside you...

THEFT OF LINES FROM CERNUDA
Sleep...

10/20/96
my circles run through the woods...

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held up my empty secrets...

THE FEELING OF IT
North begins hereabouts...

TIME TO GO
winter light...

A PLACE
it closes to them...

CLOSING MY EYES
as I die...

STORY ABOUT SAFETY
the wind up...

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a voice in the room...

11/19/96
words rest...

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clouds form...

POEM OF SLEEP
sky mists...

MUSIC
a music that makes me...

WHEN I READ
I read to keep steady...

SOS
the page shifts no rest a sea...

NOW REMEMBERING
the rain cuts...

CARRIED
I give up on my fingers...

HAWK
strong hunter...

OVER AND OUT
crossing over the creek bed...

MONDAY


the call to remind me
how ancestors said their counties backward
travelled heroic distances
then refused to part from the strangers they found
their discovery of names to leave after them
like tossing fish back to the lake

the speaker I will not attend to
the voices whose rhythms I choose to understand
my concern for what cannot be said
and what is still possible to forgive--
my life leads my chancing hands
to do their mysterious writing

and I am untroubled by how much
I still have to gather up how far
I still don't travel by words how many
I still must care for out of my own pockets
(though they seem empty and I feel dull
like a bottle squeezed to its last drops)


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