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"Shoes off": a poem by James Collins

Some dark nights I drift out my window,

Where the streets are long strings

of red and white pearls,

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Each one humming.


And sometimes

I'll get as far as the outskirts.

There the hills clench the city

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Like a burning shield.


But from how far I went this dark night,

Twelve million and one street lamps

Were only a cheaply sequined dress.

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Worn by the mountains,

Tossed under bullet hole stars.