And from that thing--
no, the next section.
Yeah, a poem written after a cross-country flight.
It's called "Topography."
After we flew across the country, we got in bed.
Laid our bodies delicately together, like maps
laid face to face, East to West.
My San Francisco against your New York,
your Fire Island against my Sonoma.
My New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho
bright on my Great Lakes.
My Kansas burning against your Kansas.
Your Kansas burning against my Kansas.
Your Eastern Standard Time pressing into my Pacific Time.
My Mountain Time beating against your Central Time.
Your sun rising swiftly from the right.
My sun rising swiftly from the left.
Your moon rising slowly from the left.
My moon rising slowly from the right.
Until all four bodies of the sky burning above us,
sealing us together.
All our city is twin cities.
All our states united, one nation, indivisible,
with liberty and justice for all.
I was invited to give a reading in Washington at an official,
they said, do you have a patriotic poem like this?
Yeah.
They liked it too.
They like that stuff.
Take the flag into a [INAUDIBLE] American flag, you know.
And I'll read two poems from the last section of the book.