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          Miles, at Two in the Morning
          By Louis McKee

          A muted horn is sad
          at two in the morning
          when it is so cold outside

          you are chilled standing
          at the window. A woman
          standing on the corner isn't

          real, but must be enough;
          you can see her breath,
          swells of cigarette smoke

          hanging for only a few seconds
          beside her face, just long enough
          for you to read the words,

          get into the conversation.

          There is so much you want
          to tell her, so much you need--

          you need her, but she is sad
          sounds from a muted horn.
          It is two in the morning,

          so cold outside that you are
          chilled standing at the window,
          desperate breath on the window.

          A muted horn is cold
          at two in the morning
          when it is so sad outside.

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