ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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Sequence: 15

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...

HIS EYES

Grant shades his eyes. He can see what could happen. He knows
that others can't see what he does. He looks into the future--
not the distant future, years which contain things which would
astound or mortify him; the future he sees is only a few hours
away, and isn't even a future but merely a possibility. What
the men could do, what would happen to them. At any rate, he
knows he cannot describe the exact vision to his subordinates--
it would confound them, and take too long to explain. Grant
shades his eyes and looks for a few simple things that can be
described in plain language. The others look to him for their
orders. He is looking out over the landscape to see the words
he will write down a few minutes from now.