ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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FRESH START
the author of many leaves...


I ASK YOU
what I am about to do and what...


untitled
The work defines itself, pulls itself...


LARRY MILLER
when you call back there to order the flowers...


ADDENDUM TO LARRY MILLER
punched him in the stomach once...


MY FORTY-NINTH BIRTHDAY
the balance point between years...


THE DROUGHT
if the drought means anything we haven't been told...


I SPEND
hours alone with my books...


SO FAR AS I CAN
the trees at night stretch out...


ANGEL MOUND
stone spades hammers awls...


untitled
sleep drunk from a glass of sleep...


EAST
East, innocence, enormous, a blush over half the sky. Now that...


WHAT IS FUCKED UP ABOUT THIS
is a question that can be answered...


CAN'T STOP TALKING
sat so still you noticed...


SETTLEMENT
1....


PAUSE ON THE ROAD IN CUMBERLAND GAP TENNESSEE
It was speed, the technology of rapidity, that made the nation pos-...


ON THE STAIRS IN THE DARK
it is late to be starting again...


THREE SLEEPS
a sleep that wanders...


WINTER PRAISES
of abandoned nests...


untitled
what will always be true?...


KEEPING AT IT
I recite the alphabet in the traditional way...


TALKING TO THE STONES
I am living before you dissolve...


NOT LAMENTING
a lament I am forbidden to speak...


A:
I think it's that I always had the feeling that what is really true,...


HAVE COME HERE
even when I'm late...


THE DAY AFTER THE DAY AFTER
a place in the paperwork...


7/25/00
beetles crushed between my fingers...


MY CURRENT MOOD
certain observations have broken their heads...


STILL
making no effort if I can...


GOLDFINCH ON A WIRE
black line in his feet...


SUMMER PRAISES
the ground-filling rain...


LISTENING TO
the music that keeps me up late...


THE STONE BOAT
that sled of thick oak planks...


DISAPPOINTMENT
under the shade of the words I wrote...


AUGUST
the fields with their fine catch...


AT THE ENCORE CAFE
with your roast potatoes...


WANDERING POEM
on the road...


MY VACANCY
the old hours come back...


untitled
I protest...


8/3/01
when I go inside...


ONE MOTION
swifts of the city come and go...


THE YEAR OF MY ABSENCE
a number of stones under my feet...


REFUSAL
I am awake now...


11/26/01
in the dark before dawn the stars...


WINTER GENESIS I
mornings on this stone seat...


WINTER GENESIS II
under cold tree branches stacked stones outline...

ENTRY FOR A CHRONICLE


     In this year, people's talk was often of peace and war.
Great famines and plagues surged across the continents, weather
predictions failed, there were reports of murders amongst family
members, rebels moved in from the perimeter, signs and wonders
abounded. The president sent his generals with troops across
the seas and said he would get his man. While all this was hap-
pening, certain criminals who had looted billions hung onto
their hoard and were still at large. The president's advisors
kept mum. The poor were crushed. Distractions multiplexed as
people took hope in the refuge of Empire. It was said the price
of heroin would go down. A surge of prayers threatened to swamp
Heaven, the churches filled again, it was widely said that right
would triumph because it was now known everywhere. Things fell
from the sky with people in them. In bitter wars far away, in-
human crimes were done in the name of justice, or so we heard.
The president was angry at other presidents and condemned them
for cowardice or insanity. There were crop failures and starva-
tion. Ignorance was widely spread, and more and more one or an-
other would complain of being ill at ease and unable to sleep.
In our own town, the coach was accused of failing, hatred gained
strength, it was publicly said the end of time was near. I my-
self spoke with one who said he had heard voices murmering anx-
iously from the treetops around the courthouse. And I should
report that I was told last summer by a man who has given such
things much study that the drought and the oppressive heat had
come from our piercing the skies with rockets. The president
explained his compassion for those dying overseas and said it
made him weep. He offered money, on certain conditions. There
were many unusual snows this winter.