ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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Sequence: 4

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...

HE SITS DOWN


M the cripple feels his legs unhinge, and he has to sit
down. His existence, his very survival, is in flight,
but for the moment he must remain here. He sits as a
fugitive does, with a profounder quiet than other men, a
will to invisibility. M tries to desire his enforced
stillness, so that some slight anxiety does not betray
itself in gesture or posture. Against all instincts be-
longing to his situation, M the cripple nurtures a love
of motionlessness, and he attempts to acquire the mind
of an unwanted individual. He counts the number of
people wearing red, he notices the endless variety of
strides, he takes delight in observing those unconscious
of being observed. His attention to this mood, this way
of being, is occasionally broken by the thought of his
legs--Are they strong enough now? How can I not seem to
need help?--and by the realization that the people on the
street actually believe that they are not fugitives, that
they are free to do as they please, that no power opposes
them, that they have no need for caution or release from
fear, that they are only going to a destination that they
know and have chosen.