WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:02.582 align:middle line:90% 00:00:02.582 --> 00:00:04.680 align:middle line:84% This one's a little more concrete. 00:00:04.680 --> 00:00:10.200 align:middle line:84% It's one of the few poems I ever wrote about high school days 00:00:10.200 --> 00:00:12.480 align:middle line:84% because my high school days were so miserable. 00:00:12.480 --> 00:00:18.535 align:middle line:90% 00:00:18.535 --> 00:00:20.160 align:middle line:84% And basically maybe it'll help you out. 00:00:20.160 --> 00:00:23.700 align:middle line:84% It's about an I. I suppose it's me in the poem who 00:00:23.700 --> 00:00:25.273 align:middle line:90% goes to a high school dance. 00:00:25.273 --> 00:00:27.690 align:middle line:84% You remember your first high school dance, how embarrassed 00:00:27.690 --> 00:00:29.460 align:middle line:84% you were, and things just wouldn't work out, 00:00:29.460 --> 00:00:31.043 align:middle line:84% and girls were dancing with the girls, 00:00:31.043 --> 00:00:33.690 align:middle line:84% and the boys were sitting up in the bleachers? 00:00:33.690 --> 00:00:34.950 align:middle line:90% No? 00:00:34.950 --> 00:00:37.620 align:middle line:84% Well, any rate, that's the way it was at my first high school 00:00:37.620 --> 00:00:38.120 align:middle line:90% dance. 00:00:38.120 --> 00:00:44.270 align:middle line:90% 00:00:44.270 --> 00:00:49.730 align:middle line:84% Begins with a quote by Emerson which is, 00:00:49.730 --> 00:00:52.550 align:middle line:84% "Wherever birds fly, they are flying home." 00:00:52.550 --> 00:00:54.830 align:middle line:90% And I think that will-- 00:00:54.830 --> 00:00:56.720 align:middle line:84% the appropriateness of that will come through 00:00:56.720 --> 00:00:59.780 align:middle line:90% by the end of the poem. 00:00:59.780 --> 00:01:02.846 align:middle line:90% "The High School Dance." 00:01:02.846 --> 00:01:06.950 align:middle line:84% The wise man said, "Wherever birds fly, 00:01:06.950 --> 00:01:09.020 align:middle line:90% they are flying home." 00:01:09.020 --> 00:01:12.860 align:middle line:84% In his own state we believe him, for here they are circling, 00:01:12.860 --> 00:01:16.190 align:middle line:84% having kicked off their pumps in their stocking feet, 00:01:16.190 --> 00:01:20.330 align:middle line:84% drugged women, arms around women. 00:01:20.330 --> 00:01:22.700 align:middle line:84% I stand up in my bleachers watching them, 00:01:22.700 --> 00:01:25.490 align:middle line:84% remembering the carnation truck that went off the mountain 00:01:25.490 --> 00:01:27.770 align:middle line:84% curve last year above our farm to become 00:01:27.770 --> 00:01:30.110 align:middle line:90% a constellation over the town. 00:01:30.110 --> 00:01:33.860 align:middle line:84% Seeing the four kicked out, do I really see them? 00:01:33.860 --> 00:01:37.970 align:middle line:84% Hose, one, nozzle, and dolly, previews of themselves, 00:01:37.970 --> 00:01:40.940 align:middle line:90% drooling criminals. 00:01:40.940 --> 00:01:44.480 align:middle line:84% One time around with a plumber's daughter, and that's enough. 00:01:44.480 --> 00:01:46.730 align:middle line:84% I love her, but at arm's length, her eyes 00:01:46.730 --> 00:01:49.160 align:middle line:84% are Olympic pools of water about to bubble out of control. 00:01:49.160 --> 00:01:53.400 align:middle line:90% 00:01:53.400 --> 00:01:55.650 align:middle line:84% So out in the parking lot, I stew 00:01:55.650 --> 00:01:59.700 align:middle line:84% alone drinking the home brew I made, yes, from orange peels, 00:01:59.700 --> 00:02:03.060 align:middle line:84% talking to myself, but ever more aphasic, 00:02:03.060 --> 00:02:06.030 align:middle line:84% my alfalfa hair ever more wild yearning 00:02:06.030 --> 00:02:09.090 align:middle line:90% toward the stars going over. 00:02:09.090 --> 00:02:11.520 align:middle line:84% And finally after they've all filed out, 00:02:11.520 --> 00:02:14.310 align:middle line:84% and cursing Max has closed the place down, 00:02:14.310 --> 00:02:17.010 align:middle line:84% that pile of stone with light shining through once 00:02:17.010 --> 00:02:19.200 align:middle line:90% again returned to stone. 00:02:19.200 --> 00:02:22.830 align:middle line:84% I start up the old rusting tractor, its cylinders popping, 00:02:22.830 --> 00:02:25.770 align:middle line:84% jog all the way back standing up in the saddle 00:02:25.770 --> 00:02:28.650 align:middle line:84% through the tunnels of the country roads. 00:02:28.650 --> 00:02:30.930 align:middle line:84% Every once in a while through a field of shaking 00:02:30.930 --> 00:02:34.530 align:middle line:84% the stars loose with my fist until up on a hillside, 00:02:34.530 --> 00:02:37.680 align:middle line:84% I hear xenophobic rouser loose again, 00:02:37.680 --> 00:02:41.900 align:middle line:84% barking, lost, miles away from home. 00:02:41.900 --> 00:02:45.000 align:middle line:90%