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:::Queen of the Surface Streets:::
"There is no pleasure like leaving
before dawn in last night’s clothes.
Light snow or thick dew in the grass—
no one’s passed this way before.
The note you left needed only a few words,
no explanation where lies could creep in.
Your eyes, blinked clear, won’t squint or glance off,
it’s the stars that turn their faces away.
He or she is or is not the one you love
and you cannot stay. The dark
turns to mist and the mist cannot stay
but for once there’s no need for alarm.
You’re getting a good head start.
Maybe the world isn’t made of dust.
Maybe you won’t make another mistake.
You’re as young as you’ll ever be."
Dean Young, excerpt from “Alarm Clock” (via