ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
NOT LAMENTING
a lament I am forbidden to speak
has gone into hiding or left town
so when we're out walking it doesn't
come up and greet you it doesn't
make friendly trouble with casual reminders
of all the disturbed friends you
strangely kept about you including me
whose disturbances never end and in fact
make part of a healthy breakfast
look they've taken away the street
where you once couldn't walk a block
without tumbling into five partially unwanted
conversations they've revealed the river
buried ages ago when the town
still thought it could bury things for good
but the alleys you loved because
of the backs of houses and secrecy
are still alleys and not holes in the ground
and our tour includes all the things
still going on in our lives there is no art
outside of where we live and
where we live could be anywhere
the weather changes for instance
the storm clouds piling up west of us
as before when the rain passed across
my face see the lines it has burrowed