lone light over bridge painting
tongue of the bay where boats
dance with wakes all night long
so quiet fishermen are resting
catch of day has been delivered
deck hands has been sent home
calmness abound to narrow roads
even majestic hotels stool quiet
as coldness takes control; absolute
not a soul tried to venture outside
just few lights escaping windows
greeting unsuspecting visitors
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