ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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GOOD QUESTION
why do I write all the time ...

SOME MILLERSBURG
of your own ...

8/24/05
the dusk comes out and takes the woods...

untitled
lifting a light to help itself ...

BLACK AND GREEN
on state road four you came down...

SEEN FROM ABOVE
and without the distraction of time...

GROCERIES
when you think you see...

I TELL YOU HOW TO GET THERE
and what it's like...

A LONG LINE
at night in the sky...

SEPTEMBER, 2005
huddled masses...

THIS TIME OF YEAR
walking early out ...

LIVING HERE
on this tail end of white river water...

11/14/05
my nails hurt from the cold ...

untitled
on the track made ...

untitled
I kept a ...

untitled
my cold clothes ...

OUR HOUSES
the town the fields the woods...

A POEM AS A PILE OF STICKS
poetry is where I have not been before...

ALSO
the flames sweep upward...

ON NOT SLEEPING
here on the less end ...

THE MIDDLE OF MY LIFE
when I reached the middle of my life ...

untitled
the guillotine cause and effect ...

1/18/06
the future of one day...

SLEPT
rain fed a fire in the roots ...

POEM
widow...

WET ALL DAY
this cold rain is our earth's ...

ALL DOGS TO GET NEW LEASH
wet when it's wet...

NIGHT/SEA
staring into the night as into a sea...

2/6/06
wood coming today ...

BEND
when I take in hand...

WORK
my books bend under the weight ...

untitled
of the world ...

PEACE
late afternoon...

THEFT OF A LINE FROM OPPEN
return ...

I HAVE GAINED NOTHING I HAVE LOST NOTHING
new moon sliver ...

2/27/06
our disobedient worries ...

MANY DAYS RAIN
driving carefully on ...

THOUGHTS
my second thoughts ...

THEFT OF LINES FROM KHLEBNIKOV
the gouges in the sides ...

TO MY BAD HABITS
when I see you I think of myself ...

ON MY READING LIST THERE IS
a history of funerals so well-written...

WRITING AT NIGHT
its chief object ...

5/24/06
chilly mornings with bright sun ...

WORSHIPPING (WITHOUT GOD)
hands clasped weight on the knees ...

STATE FOREST
the trail through deep woods in a long slope ...

MY BED OF ROSES
on my bed of roses ...

4 A.M. LIGHT SO BRIGHT IT WOKE ME
old moon ...

MAN OF DREAMS
dusk ...

untitled
into the war...

NOT OURS
rain ...

untitled
passion over ...

IMAGINATION IMAGINATION IMAGINATION
earth floats higher...

6/21/06
the sun at noon ...

NOSTALGIA
the rain is an empty city ...

SELF-PORTRAIT (WITHOUT MY FACE)
ambivalent about irony...

LOOKING
blue backs and forked tails ...

7/28/06
first bat and first star...

DRIVING ON THE NARROW ROAD
off to one side this open hill ...

UNLIFTABLE
under all the alasses shadowing me ...

VISIT TO THE CEMETERY
over by the road the careless ...

HOW FAR
built on the water waking ...

FIVE THOUGHTS BEFORE SLEEP
the sand the shore moved...

AWAY LIKE WE WANTED
above the trees ...

WE KNOW THIS
The dead are sleepless, we know this, they need no rest. With ...

INNER WORLD
the river rich in me ...

WITHOUT KINDNESS
on its stalk the corn flames towards the mouth above ...

THIS TIME OF YEAR 


walking early out 
among straight trunks tall 
eyes up bright points 
in their usual order 
where it's cold and soundless 

through the branches 
they burn 
scattered 
dawn still distant 

frost sparks in the leaf litter 
same white as the moon 
full taking in its whole face 
our star's splendor 
and sending back this light 
that catches on the flakes of frost 
and flashes up again 

if I could see my eyes 
would there be in the moist corners 
a tiny point reflecting 
frost's sparkle 

all the places I've loved 
and people 
are within me and I am 
the distance in which 
they blur together 

but the stars I've seen 
since I first looked up in winter 
only sharpen their changeless order 
with time 
only become it seems 
more remote and close


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