ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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  keyword(s) in poems:

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untitled
it's as the world is...

SONG
in the beak of one bird...

I STAND
before the tree...

PLUS A DAY
the eastern light...

ME STANDING STILL
by my feet infant trees...

10/8/03
trunk in the forest lit...

APPLE AND NEARFULL MOON
first bite of an apple...

SUNSET AUTUMN
the brilliant west...

UNEXPECTED LOVE
the cranes hovering...

STILL POOL
inked by falling leaves...

10/23/03
moody cemetery...

ACROSS IN
air...

IN MY NEW BLACK JACKET
beanfields shake their rattles...

OUR TRIP
it is like...

ALAN AFTER HE LEFT
missed out on certain sundays...

5:55
moon gone...

SOMETIME IN THE SEASON
a shower blowing headlines past...

THE HILL WAS BRIGHT GREEN
the crow was darker...

FOLLOWING
the road coming out of my mouth...

NEW SORROWS EVERY DAY
the birds flying through my head...

REAL REMEMBRANCE
the wind as the weather changes...

MY POEMS
I said and then paused...

12/1/03
branches bare their birds to the wind...

LONG FULL
the evening land...

AROUND
the way the world looked to him...

ON THE WORLD
this world is one...

FROM THIS BLUFF
trees having shed their leaves...

WOODS: ZONE
where loneliness finds itself...

THEFT OF A LINE FROM WRIGHT
when the sea comes back...

WILDNESS COMES BACK
The wild in America is contained, pushed back, owned by the people...

3/1/04
the road is quiet...

AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. III
in the desert of eternity...

FOR ONCE
setting a course...

YELLOW BIRCH RAVINE, HEMLOCK CLIFFS
go an hour south...

PRESERVED
how a house becomes a ruin...

INSTANT PRACTICE
I have failed...

TEACHER
breath of breaths...

UNTIL
this dream we are living...

OF THE NINETEEN THOUSAND
of the nineteen thousand days of my life so far...

UNDISTURBED
The night after the poetry reading I slept well but towards morning...

SHORT SPRING SHOPPING LIST
forsythia...

WAZOO,
out the:...

7/20/04
the dead wood's fruit...

ELEGY
told me two weeks before he died...

MY CAREER I
near the cascades leaping recklessly...

MY CAREER II
standing on the vast roof that evening...

UNAFFLICTED
summer somnia...

WHAT I NOTICED AND WHAT I THOUGHT
trees shook by wind...

PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE
so happy with me...

WHILE THE MASS EXTINCTIONS
went on there were...

LEFT
to have waited...

LESSON
the heart tilted over...

MODERN SINKHOLES
near the house...

EVERYWHERE
this time of year...

WEEKEND SCENE
walking in circles forwards...

LAST DAY OF SUMMER
a tree lighter by a leaf...

DRY
the natives mow their lawns...

FIRST LIGHT
the other great example...

THE BOLD AND THE PALE
the morning glories have surged up the trellises...

I'M HAPPY
when I say I'm happy...

3x5 SNAPSHOT

Five Buzzards on the lawn, all related to me. The black clothing
of the one in the middle hides all but her inscrutable face. 
Salome. Of the men, one is Doc, one is Alpha, one is John, one 
is Moses, who made popcorn for his people on the square in 
Wakarusa every Saturday. The town band playing, farmers selling 
from their wagons, children running screaming to and from the 
store with the soda fountain in back. It is full summer. A tree 
massy with leaves towers behind them, a dirt road runs nearby 
with more trees behind it thick enough to close off the horizon. 
The grass is worn where they stand, and there is a low white 
railing marking the edge of something--a parking area? a field 
where chldren play? a lot deeded to a church for a graveyard? It 
is a summer day. The weather is fine. They have survived one 
century and stand sturdily in the next. They are there on 
another day of the absence of those many who were old when they 
were young and tried to explain the exact mix of sternness and 
gentleness necessary for life. It is only a photograph, not 
reality, the present moment. But they know that, photography or 
not, any moment of the moments we've had can come back, that 
they all continue just because they once were, even if the 
snapshot is lost, the people long gone, no one to remember, no 
story to tell.