MONDAY: 23:18 Train

BY JOSEPH DARLINGTON

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Shadowed valley

Speckled with stars

My eye scurries over

Your many-legged viaduct

Like a gleaming millipede

Beneath the fridge

Of twilight

 

My virgin gaze

From train window

Folds up your fields

In the night’s black napkin

And carried them home

A snack of dark

Between streetlamps

 

Then, from black,

A vast nose arises

Its ridge a white cliff

Its nostrils grey gorges

I am reflected, I see

My sadness on the land

 

But just for a second

I was that black valley

I strode as a viaduct

My mouth was the night

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