I want to read three more poems.
The first two are about glass in different ways.
This poem is called Now Renting.
Tucson goes on building up the way
it is, you'll have signs too saying "now renting"
before the building ever is built.
Nobody remembers the original site of course.
What was there to remember?
Somebody nobody remembers wanted the little building,
nobody knows why, on the original site, and clearly no
doubt had to.
Later somebody wanted a little more space
and set up a scaffold around the first building,
and built the walls higher and then tore down the scaffold.
Then in time, somebody put up more scaffolding
and tore down the whole building,
and dug a hole in the original site
and put up a bigger building and tore down the scaffolding
to the accompaniment of music announcing a golden age.
But somebody with vision soon put
more scaffolding on top of the building
and raised the whole structure even higher than before,
and tore down the scaffolding.
But a while after that, somebody put up more
scaffolding clear above the top of the building
and tore down the building inside it,
and went on adding scaffolding with glass pictures
on it all the way up of a glass building never built
on that site with nobody inside it at all the windows
to see the motionless clouds.