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:: Nocturne in D by Taylor Graham ::

A narrow landscape of cow paths and corridors
between buildings locked up tight as canyons,
where children draw constellations on
blue construction paper and wail to go
back home. Somewhere you left your shoes.
And now the stars appear, dust on a shiny
black table. Where is Orion? North has
lost its pointer, you look in vain for
the Dipper. Even good dog Sirius has padded
off to his cedar bed, leaving you barefoot
under stars not yet named for gods or
dead heroes.

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