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Poem to be Read at 3 A.M.

Excepting the diner
On the outskirts 
The town of Ladora       
At 3 a.m.
Was dark but
For my headlights
And up in
One second-story room
A single light
Where someone
Was sick or
Perhaps reading
As I drove past
At seventy
Not thinking
This poem
Is for whoever

Had the light on 

John Ashbery

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