like a skirt’s shadow
and little boys looked up to see
what their mothers would have said they shouldn’t
but all they saw was darkness
here and there a pinhole star
a trail of smoke uplit by factory lights
the city is no place to see
the world’s center or the night’s
yet the world slowly narrows as cities spread
hurry while you may!
find yourself a place on mountains or in desert
look up! look up!
don’t worry what your mother thinks
there’s nothing you can do between those towering legs
but oh, you can dream
you can
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