A faint tintinnabulation
of a small boat’s bell
Moored within Monterey bay
Sparse, spectral glow from bare bulbs
On gently swaying masts
Grow brighter with the dimming light of day
Darkness and fog, partners of night
On feet of black velvet
Steal up to the quay
Then the quiescence…the palpable darkness…
And salt sodden silence
Take reign over Monterey Bay
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