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The long lines of diesels groan toward evening carrying off the breath of the living. The face of your house is black, it is your face, black and fire bombed in the first street wars, a black tooth planted in the earth of Michigan and bearing nothing, and the earth is black, sick on used oils. Did you look for me in that house behind the sofa where I had to be? in the basement where the shirts yellowed on hangers? in the bedroom where a woman lay her face on a locked chest? I waited at windows the rain streaked and no one told me. I found you later face torn from The History of Siege, eyes turned to a public wall and gone before I turned back, mouth in mine and gone. I found you whole toward the autumn of my 43rd year in this chair beside a masonjar of dried zinnias and I turned away. I find you in these tears, few, useless and here at last. Don't come back. Philip Levine
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