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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