ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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ABOUT TO SIT DOWN
Stepping out the back door...


KISS HIS EAR
Brown corn bends as...


STALLING OUT
Just by getting enough distance...


PAGE ZERO
my mind's blank wall...


PARTING
words just off...


CRICKETS HESITATE
the night...


FROM AND TO
my first eternity...


IN THIS LITTLE POEM OR WORLD
I mislaid my travel plans the map...


FIELD GUIDE
indigo bunting no words...


untitled
I knew...


I STAY UP LATE
studying to live...


POEM OF EXPOSURE
the tender outcry...


untitled
underground I'll turn to you...


THEFT OF A LINE FROM TATE
I consider it a citizen's duty...


STANDING STILL IN
november...


HOW I TRAPPED THE MURDERER
I left out the part...


PROVERB
he who sleeps a false sleep...


A SUNDAY NIGHT SERMON FOR DAVID BAKER
The first step is to listen,...


I AM PART BUZZARD
my grandmother was a buzzard...


DEAR FUCKHEADS
my head hurts...


TILL IT THAWS
1....


RESOLUTION
I am so glad...


EVENING POEM
in the cellar...


DISTURBANCE
the world is alive...


FLIGHT
the gamblers...


VISIT
Buying toys, the one remaining copy...


STORM
in trouble again...


JUST AFTER DAWN
We sat among the cattle and he asked me ...


INTERPRETATION
Hour begets hour, dream begets dream,...


THE BUZZARD SPEAKS
I am proud...


INTERRUPTION
not knowing what to say...


JOSEPH'S POEM
if you wish to own a fear...


DIS-ORDER
of course...


BLUE MILLION
in the house dark...


untitled
blank pages spit their silence...


BROKEN POEM
life goes through...


AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. II
the day before my birth...


MARENGO
the pressure of seasons...


TODAY
awoke in the forest...

WIND REMEMBER


the wind blowing the winter I was 11 is still blowing
it is not blowing here this is not the wind I remember
its cousin its niece or nephew maybe perhaps
an unacknowledged child that now bangs on my window
expecting recognition or just a little time to come in
but my door is shut against it I turn from the windows
I remember my wind I will have no other

it was so cold it damaged snow
it tore off a red piece of sunset and threw it away
it crawled under my hat and up my sleeves
everywhere it went it hummed to itself
while I listened to that freezing music
there in the attic the rafters and shingles
began to dance with each other
the furnace cleared its throat to be asked to join
but fire was the furthest thing from that wind
and all who danced with it

it has found in some arctic sea
one who truly loves it
it lives in happiness there where the night does not end
wind remember me!
I was smaller than you and warmly dressed
though not warmly enough
I loved being made cold because my heart beat faster
and I could take my cold feet
to the grate in the kitchen and stand there
till they told me not to hog the heat
and gave me potato soup and sandwiches