Above the hills, a starry slate, the lights
On the coast a necklace weight
of faded-flower yellows
Moonlight suspends the tides, the lap
And undertow abrading salty folds
A sea bird's skull, shells, silvered wood
Underfoot, the stuff of frail philosophies
Here is the heart love seared, regret
In the haze before the hills, and spears
Of cypress dividing moonlight from the dark
How else to assimilate the amethyst fires
The women, dancing in the groves, their cries
Above the harbour a deeper black
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