ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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SPRING WET
so much rain...

WHAT WE FOUND
as held in a mouth...

READ RELAX WRITE
bees stumble out...

AGREEMENT
The cabdriver walking home from his ...

CALLING CROW
his wings keep moving...

untitled
the wood door held open in my hand...

REAL APRIL
what we call reality is a...

GARDENING NOTES
the opening where...

THE POEM
I was thinking standing at the top of the hill...

THREE RELATED POEMS
the moon's "clear fields"...

untitled
let me know what it's like...

HERE FILL THIS PART OUT
and I'll fill in the rest...

7/30/08
mud my friend from youth...

LIVING THINGS GIVE BACK WHAT THEY GATHER
grassy field seen through the tree stems...

LISTENING TO THE STORM
water...

THE WAY
feet on the way that flutters before us...

THE SAME
the earth has borrowed everything...

8/10/08
the worrying approaches of a hurricane or a birthday...

8/20/08
the marks on us...

THANKS TO THE MAKERS OF CUNEIFORM
the damp clay you marked...

FIRE
when and if the sparks...

USEFUL
the tremor is useful for mixing things...

A SINGLE CLOUD IN A DRY SEASON
the cloud passing east at sunset...

EARLY HOUR READING
the cicadas have been singing all night...

"ABOVE US ONLY SKY"
at night the activity...

ACCEPTS
summer comes to rest...

untitled
the rush of air overhead as I sleep...

MOONLIGHT
light streaming in every window...

ALLEGORICAL SCENE
the translators...

ME WALKING IN NATURE
Looking in all directions, no one to be seen: I am alone. Here ...

ME AND IT
I decide to set it aside for a few days...

TRILLION
bewilderment in the trillions...

10/10/08
no pride no complaints...

10/10/08, ALSO
three quarter moon...

WRITING WITH THE COLD HAND
a couple of pages back:...

HOW I'M THINKING NOW
half the day spent avoiding...

COMPARING
the way the trembling travels through me...

2/26/09
I don't have to try hard to act as though...

THESE POEMS
a poem for any day of the year ...

DESIRE
The circumference of the earth now widened enormously, a new...

I WATCH
a fire of dead branches...

ALL OF OUR LIFE IS TO REPEAT
all of our life is to repeat...

I INVESTIGATE
having touched many things...

I WAKE BEFORE DAWN
again...

SOMEONE WHISPERS IN THE EMPEROR'S EAR
and he knows what to say next...

TO AN ANT DROWNED IN HONEY
how gold...

THE LOWER AND THE HIGHER
when the lower lifts ...

EPISODE FROM A NARRATIVE
their morning...

WHAT HAS BEEN DONE
every stroke went through my hand first...

TRAVELS WITH
all of you take me with you...

THEFT OF A LINE FROM MERWIN
that hand moving a touch towards me...

WAS I
I had been beautiful once...

FAIR TRADE
the creek crossing under the road...

SAYINGS
all these roads bent here as if finding their reason lose it...

PARALLEL LIVES
oh ye of little wings...

SUMMARY TO THIS POINT
age a point...

MUSICIAN
the voice he has...

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.