ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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THE PROMISE
We live without distinction, keeping up...


RESTATEMENT
the stream breaking on the rocks...


GO TO LEONARD SPRINGS
walk past the gush and then...


WINGED HOUR
swallows' multiple flights...


PARALLEL WORLDS
one world...


I MEAN
the clocks do not tire of themselves...


DRAWN ON
now that the shadow deepens...


TO ERIC
You appeal often to Reason as if...


untitled
the stone says...


8/25/09
it was hot like this...


SUMMER IS ENDING
the evenings draw off together...


DOUBLES
there are two rocks in my woods...


9/8/09
towers and arms of the wind farm...


GHOST
what is a ghost?...


A STORY OF COMING TO AND LEAVING THIS PLACE
the crossing is marked by the feet...


untitled
when we leave...


TIMES OF SUN AND CLOUDS
morning half full of sun...


KEEPING A PIECE OF BLUE
in this wind the trees throw...


THEFT OF LINES FROM SPICER AND BOBROWSKI
the river flowing in curves...


10/12/09
moon...


AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. IV
we had been told many things...


OH IT'S YOU
pardon me...


BLOWING IN
trees shaking their heads in the wind...


untitled
one's thin shadow...


GRIEVERS AND GLEANERS
the grievers and the gleaners...


11/1/09
last night's moon so full...


VARIATION ON A THEME
well after midnight...


LOOKING AT A FLY
how far back to our common ancestor?...


BUILT WELL
the temples...


WHERE WE MAKE OUR HOMES
the light turns its edge towards us...


LISTEN LEARN
the flames flying...


THE GODS
when the gods remember...


ROUTINE
Every morning, coming out of sleep into ...


SHAKING THE MIRROR
I hold the mirror with both hands...


I WROTE A POEM
that's enough for one week...


BLACKWING CROW
feet tight around the branch...


ECHO
blackwing crow...


WINTER CROWS HOUSE SILENCE
winter gnawing on bones...


IDEA FOR A POEM
as it has overtaken us...


THEFT OF A LINE FROM WHITMAN: THIS WINTER
five thousand games of solitaire...


COMMENTARY
the spider is history...


WHERE IT GOES
west of the west...


ONE BY ONE
inamorata...


untitled
through all the storms as light fell to halflight...


HE TOLD ME
it won't hurt you...


THE ORDER OF THINGS
last night's flood gone...


ALL SOLITUDES ARE THE SAME
All the solitudes. Each keeps to ...


STONECRUSHER
I went back to the roads I grew up on and walked daily...


RELATIONSHIP
oh words...


TAKE STEPS
steps...


MEANS
what means love...


THE SPILL
we can talk about the spill...


THIS IS THE EIGHTH ATTEMPT
no help coming from my former self...


MUCH
the weight I had at five...


SLEEPING IN THE RAIN
drawing a circle...


INSIDE
a craving in our hands...


TIME
back and forth back and forth...


SO FAR AS I CAN AGAIN
the trees at night stretch out...


NAPPER'S MOTTO
every action requires strength...


AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. V
I disappeared...


8/10/10
a dry touch strokes the land...


IT WILL WAKE
the drunken species...

ENTRY FOR A CHRONICLE


     In this year, people's talk was often of peace and war.
Great famines and plagues surged across the continents, weather
predictions failed, there were reports of murders amongst family
members, rebels moved in from the perimeter, signs and wonders
abounded. The president sent his generals with troops across
the seas and said he would get his man. While all this was hap-
pening, certain criminals who had looted billions hung onto
their hoard and were still at large. The president's advisors
kept mum. The poor were crushed. Distractions multiplexed as
people took hope in the refuge of Empire. It was said the price
of heroin would go down. A surge of prayers threatened to swamp
Heaven, the churches filled again, it was widely said that right
would triumph because it was now known everywhere. Things fell
from the sky with people in them. In bitter wars far away, in-
human crimes were done in the name of justice, or so we heard.
The president was angry at other presidents and condemned them
for cowardice or insanity. There were crop failures and starva-
tion. Ignorance was widely spread, and more and more one or an-
other would complain of being ill at ease and unable to sleep.
In our own town, the coach was accused of failing, hatred gained
strength, it was publicly said the end of time was near. I my-
self spoke with one who said he had heard voices murmering anx-
iously from the treetops around the courthouse. And I should
report that I was told last summer by a man who has given such
things much study that the drought and the oppressive heat had
come from our piercing the skies with rockets. The president
explained his compassion for those dying overseas and said it
made him weep. He offered money, on certain conditions. There
were many unusual snows this winter.