ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
COMING CLEAN (WITHOUT LOVE)
Cows bellering on their feet.
Trucks carrying trucks on this sideroad off
a sideroad. Layers of colored leaves,
the underside of eyelids, misdirections
of the killdeer family. Webs catch your face
in the woods, baskets of webs in the grass
catch dew. Season of spiders. Veins cut
through everything: dark lines in the leaves,
streambed of the hill, capillaries
in the whites of your eyes, and after all
is said and isn't, Eric is blind
too much. Why is love so far from him?
The importance of rising late with someone
in your hand, a necklace of experience in the
top drawer. A pair of shoes by the chair is all
about reduction of steps to stillness,
day gone by and night not yet come.