ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 7
3/29/05
the day made dimmer
in the hemlock's shade
a shroud of daffodils
around it
buried foundation walls
and a busted
tub nearby
keep us in mercy
outside of time
or in the present only
we are spared
mind is shadowed
by memory stretched
over it and pressed
reliefless peering
for the future
keep us
the day the daffodils
went in someone
straightened from
the knee ache sighing
maybe that day too
buzzards from their roost
wound skyward nearby
the flowers have not failed
gold of them
crowding here
but he or she who
straightened amongst them
is now out of time