A lamp
Flickering
After
Flickering
Stairs wide
And grimy
To the church descending
From the port
Sounds occasional of skiffs
Small vessels
Light of red bulbs
Sea-water salty to the smell
Opening
The oxygen pathways
Above
The moon and stars
Descending the night-dews.
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