Robin Fulton

1937 / Isle of Arran, United Kingdom

On Deck At Night

Finding no moon, no stars, no
horizon.
Seeing no difference beween
blackness of sea, blackness of sky.

Imagining those few lights
(oil-rigs, ships)
are meagre faltering streetlamps
in a village long ago.

Expecting to hear footsteps
on gravel
then a knock on a green door
and a voice inside: "It´s open."
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