ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS

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ABOUT TO SIT DOWN
Stepping out the back door...


KISS HIS EAR
Brown corn bends as...


STALLING OUT
Just by getting enough distance...


PAGE ZERO
my mind's blank wall...


PARTING
words just off...


CRICKETS HESITATE
the night...


FROM AND TO
my first eternity...


IN THIS LITTLE POEM OR WORLD
I mislaid my travel plans the map...


FIELD GUIDE
indigo bunting no words...


untitled
I knew...


I STAY UP LATE
studying to live...


POEM OF EXPOSURE
the tender outcry...


untitled
underground I'll turn to you...


THEFT OF A LINE FROM TATE
I consider it a citizen's duty...


STANDING STILL IN
november...


HOW I TRAPPED THE MURDERER
I left out the part...


PROVERB
he who sleeps a false sleep...


A SUNDAY NIGHT SERMON FOR DAVID BAKER
The first step is to listen,...


I AM PART BUZZARD
my grandmother was a buzzard...


DEAR FUCKHEADS
my head hurts...


TILL IT THAWS
1....


RESOLUTION
I am so glad...


EVENING POEM
in the cellar...


DISTURBANCE
the world is alive...


FLIGHT
the gamblers...


VISIT
Buying toys, the one remaining copy...


STORM
in trouble again...


JUST AFTER DAWN
We sat among the cattle and he asked me ...


INTERPRETATION
Hour begets hour, dream begets dream,...


THE BUZZARD SPEAKS
I am proud...


INTERRUPTION
not knowing what to say...


JOSEPH'S POEM
if you wish to own a fear...


DIS-ORDER
of course...


BLUE MILLION
in the house dark...


untitled
blank pages spit their silence...


BROKEN POEM
life goes through...


AUTOBIOGRAPHY VOL. II
the day before my birth...


MARENGO
the pressure of seasons...


TODAY
awoke in the forest...

A GLIMPSE


for weeks we looked at the sky
the clouds! how much more beautiful
than ever!
piling up in complex forms and stretching out
catching every shade of light
to color themselves

it was like another world
drawing close enough to see but
just out of reach
the clouds!
while the whole land grew hotter
dried out and hard
hopeless
the grass empty and streams stilled

up there you could see it
a park and playland full of wishes running on easy roads
the place our lost calm drifted to
the home of our other selves
and all the crazy things we do in our sleep

in the valleys of it you could
just about see people of some sort
out with their animals on a walk
over our heads
and some tried shouting up to them
to ask what they could see from there
that was coming to us next

but the space between was too great
the words fell back discouraged
and it seemed the white and gray
shapes of them pulled back
so nothing could come across
but the beauty of it and the quiet
and that was all we had

the clouds! the clouds!