Well, I'd like to read two, three more that I see
are sort of, in this vein, if you'll forgive me two
more, "You, Walter Cronkite."
[LAUGHTER]
"That one great window puts forth its own scene.
The whole world alive in glass.
In it a war happens.
Only an 1/8 of an inch thick.
Some of our friends have leaped through, disappeared.
Become unknown voices and rumors of crowds.
In our thick house every evening,
I turn from that world and room by room, I walk to enjoy space.
At the sink I start a faucet.
Water from far is immediate on my hand.
I open our door to check where we live.
In the yard, I pray birds, wind, unscheduled grass,
that they please help to make everything go deep again."