"We went last night to stand and/be counted at the high school/gymnasium."
He says, it was near midnight, a cargo run/on second shift--from Indy to some hamlet flung
"This is your Gary, where hands grab at homecoming:/brown soldiers, sizzling streets, airwaves thick from a Motor City."
Volver, Volver//These spaces still hold your treasures,these pieces y cosas/that I can no longer hold in my hand
"Each season she arrived, / steering her car through uncut grasses / against the wishes / of the imposing architect"