the light in coal harbour

By | 1 August 2015

molten one minute, smoked glass the next
looking up from underwater, in
down and empty
streetlights, office lights, pub lights
home

let there be one, in one window
of one float home: a ghost in the dark
cast iron candle light

be a man: shine that pale construct
like a lighthouse beam, like you mean it
grow the light in you a foetus
cobalt blue and iridescent

bold and true
and simple: taxi light
stop light, moonlight
home

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