ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
I DON'T LOOK AT PHOTOGRAPHS
so there's no way I'll be inspired
to write of my family or of an unknown day
in an unknown person's life
no way to suggest the thought
of how art keeps snapping away at time
I don't look at sundown
the inexhaustible western fires
in which new time keeps appearing
from the burning of what went away
ash of desire past feeding the seeds
of pleasures setting down fresh roots
if you catch me looking for
my photographs or remembering former skys
don't call me a liar for what I first said
I'm looking for not looking at
I'm counting the growth of memory
from what was once today