ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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LATE SUMMER BEES
a creek of broken stones...

EVERYBODY'S UP BY 6:00 BUT ME
light wind moving overhead...

THE KILL
heap of fawn...

THE AFTER-ETERNITY
the western wind has passed...

WALKING
my steps each one marking...

ADVENTURE
pebble your adventure...

FUTURES PAST
these days a strange dark...

10/10/06
one squirrel less...

A THEORY OF LINES
wind bent by the objects it surrounds...

LAST CRICKET
in the hickory's crown...

AN EQUATION
Our minds are formed for a place where no one is stricken, where...

12/7/06
across the last dark of night...

IT IS
a hundred-year walk to the moon...

BLACKSNAKES
They get to be four, five, six feet long quite commonly. No poison...

TURN OF THE YEAR
near the house a trash...

FORGOTTEN
I remember a world...

LIE BACK
the curved moon lies back...

untitled
a cold rain...

IN ANSWER TO THE REPEATED QUESTION
I spoke my name out loud many times...

HIDDEN BEHIND BELOW
the courthouse square almost empty...

WALKING HERE
my feet said my shoes...

SEVEN DEER
earth in your determined ring...

TO SPEAK OF REAL WEATHER
white hands of water...

SOME WRITING
with gaping wounds...

DREADNIGHT
those few still awake are hidden...

MY CONDITION
the small white moths...

WORLD IN LOVE WITH ITSELF
all motion is one motion...

6/22/07
in the field of shadows...

solitude motionless
my hands stronger...

EVASIVE APOLOGY
I am sorry for all the ones...

PRAYER
...

JUST BETWEEN FRIENDS
a day any day...

untitled
hard verse that will not leave...

8/25/07
the day between two wings...

TO A BUZZARD
cousin...

A MYSTERY
one bird's anxious calling...

STORAGE
blaze of harvest rivered from the fields...

COUNTING MY MONEY
everything is halved...

ASTERS
radiance common heartleaved...

LOVE IS CRAZY, ART IS LONG
there was this one that one...

COME A TIME
endless elegies laid foot to forehead...

MR. RENSBERGER'S EXACT MEASUREMENTS
keep changing...

PERSEPHONE
amongst the dark columns...

WHICH WAY IS BEST?
here steep there boggy moved every which way...

MILK BEER WATER
in the beginning it was milk milk milk...

GONE TO HEAVEN
at how many funerals...

1/28/08
as daylight does the dark...

DAN MCKIBBEN
sunny window bay in the kitchen...

MUSIC TO MY EYES
snowy baroque ...

TO MYSELF
a page bent...

MY OWN TIME
there was it could be imagined...

2/26/08
if I step outside for even a few minutes ...

ONE THOUGHT YIELDS TO ANOTHER
whatever evolution is...

LAST OF WINTER (FIRST TRY)
as the days bend toward...

LAST OF WINTER (SECOND TRY)
a man is a fire in the world...

TRUE NATURE
after the dark is dark...

WHO MADE IT
if I am in my labors...

A THEORY OF LINES


wind bent by the objects it surrounds

comfortable by the grave of empty space

each one admits something the others don't

said another way none can contain it all

from before dawn till deep dark I run a line through one day

my voice is a thread that goes only so far before breaking

the earth's slow curve is expressed on the great plains by a flat
     line of horizon

in cities buried unknown beneath mounds lines still living were
     first spoken

the lines come out of order and I try to straighten them

my failings and furies will end and the lines remain

jettrails mark the sky the page fills with lines and so on

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