A train comes churning through the sleepy town
its headlights rushing on through the thin midnight mist.
Songs in the darkness, and the flash of a cigarette tip outside
imitates the moon,
which lies in the sky like a cow, milky white and
spotted by dark skittering clouds.
We splay ourselves on the line of open conversation
rewarded by sleepy smudges beneath our eyes
and the bright half-circles of our smiles.
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