Keith Taylor
on the way to Calcutta,
she sat by an open door
sucking in the thick monsoon
air. Outside the train, the night
was a moist black wall broken
only occasionally
by light from a village fire.
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on the way to Calcutta,
she sat by an open door
sucking in the thick monsoon
air. Outside the train, the night
was a moist black wall broken
only occasionally
by light from a village fire.