by Antony Dunn
In a carriage quite deserted and bright
south or north of Newark, late at night
as house- and street-lights constellate and pass
my temple buffers at the window-glass.
Suffer me to sleep on the luggage shelf.
I can see that I am beside myself.
From:
Take This One to Bed
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2016, Valley Press
Last updated November 28, 2022