ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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Sequence: 7

TRIPLE OUGHT
we have endured...

TURN OR BE TURNED
waking...

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I am...

WEAK
my ill-rising...

FIRST DAY OF SPRING A BLIZZARD VISITS US
this last snow's weight and power...

BOOK OF THE DAY
a version of no corrections...

SNOWFALL
a cancel of...

HERE, YOU
valley of the powerless...

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the minutes...

NOTES IN HIS OWN HAND
About the destroying condition....

NEIGHBORLY
our day...

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out of the door...

JUST BARELY
here it is difficult...

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quoted before I speak...

TRUE
time to notice...

POINT OUT
here is an impossibility...

COMPANY
there is a quiet before I speak...

HEARTENED
almost midnight...

IN PROCESS
giving thanks or sass...

CONTINUANCE
a face to look into for...

STRUGGLE TO UNDERSTAND
fresh tears...

PRAYER
heart made of dirt...

MONDAY
the call to remind me...

JUST LIKE ME
trying to move sideways...

HOW IT IS
the old smile...

THUNDERSTORM LIGHTNING FLASHES
the storm's welcome...

THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AT LEAST ONE PERSON
a shell game in which...

FOR THOSE LYING WAKEFUL AS IT STORMS
thunder off in the distance...

4/22/96
press of rain...

CONSCIOUSNESS
what grabs it...

CLEAR DARK
there should be...

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see what...

START OF THE DAY
tight...

ADDRESSING YOU
if you are staring at me...

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the strange diction...

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3 a.m. an owl calls out...

WEATHER REPORT
showers and thundershowers...

NOTATION
I allow myself to be influenced. It is ...

WHEN YOU
arrive in ocean a wave arises inside you...

THEFT OF LINES FROM CERNUDA
Sleep...

10/20/96
my circles run through the woods...

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held up my empty secrets...

THE FEELING OF IT
North begins hereabouts...

TIME TO GO
winter light...

A PLACE
it closes to them...

CLOSING MY EYES
as I die...

STORY ABOUT SAFETY
the wind up...

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a voice in the room...

11/19/96
words rest...

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clouds form...

POEM OF SLEEP
sky mists...

MUSIC
a music that makes me...

WHEN I READ
I read to keep steady...

SOS
the page shifts no rest a sea...

NOW REMEMBERING
the rain cuts...

CARRIED
I give up on my fingers...

HAWK
strong hunter...

OVER AND OUT
crossing over the creek bed...

STONECRUSHER


I went back to the roads I grew up on and walked daily
there was one I used to take to my grandparents' farmstead

it was made of concrete by the men of the neighborhood 
in the thirties to give them work to earn a bit of cash
they told me a stonecrusher had been brought in for the job

I could imagine its massive metal parts and power
and see the scoop taken from one side of a little rise
just off the road where rocks were found to feed its appetite
I knew by the trees that filled the dig how much time had passed

it was snowy back there half a year ago when I made
my return and now here today it will get to ninety
the sun coming through the wet air presses a weight on me
and I am writing down my recall of the trip I made
to record how I remembered my grandparents' stories