This much I remember:
A wooden boat, upturned on the beach,
Its blue hull resting quietly
On the soft, pale sand,
Wavelets lapping the shore
As the sun slipped down
Across the mouth of the estuary
As, on the far shore,
The lighthouse winked slowly.
Monday, 19 April 2004
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