Applying to Heavy Equipment School <br />I marched farther into the Great Plains <br />And refused to come out. <br />I threw up a few scaffolds of disinterest. <br />Around me in the fields, the hogs grunted <br />And lay on their sides. <br /> <br /> <br />You came with a little water and went away. <br />The glass is still on the table, <br />And the paper, <br />And the burned scaffolds. <br />* <br />You were bent over the sink, washing your stockings. <br />I came up behind you like the night sky behind the town. <br />You stood frowning at your knuckles <br />And did not speak. <br />* <br />At night I lie still, like Bolivia. <br />My furnaces turn blue. <br />My forests go dark. <br />You are a low range of hills, a Paraguay. <br />Now the clouds cover us both. <br />It is raining and the movie houses are open.<br /><br />Larry Levis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-map-3/
