A line of candles smolder
on a lonely beach.
Waves lap closer,
but they’re just out of reach.
Rocks from the jetty
cast long shadows
thanks to the white light
of the full moon.
Fishing boats dot the horizon,
like symmetrical stars
rising in the night.
No music,
save the rumbling surf.
So many bright lights in this darkness
each illuminates for another.
As it should be.
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