my sloops and barks
knock about in your cove

rock and bump
hulls and gunwales

your star wanders home,
the earth turning downward

till your gleam descends
behind the roof of this little
house on the quay

we return again and again
to the home we’ve made,

an open bottleneck
all that stands between us
and the wide sea

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