There Are Lights Across the Bay


United States
38° 56' 14.4204" N, 76° 19' 44.3784" W

The sea:
a light flickers,
flits, sees my face, turns back.
I call, reach, shield from the rain on
the waves that, crashing, cover the figment,
which drowns, choking, a bubbly laugh
of starlight, of lighthouse,
of something there:
the sea.


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