Watching you on the pier
as the ferry moved out to sea,
your face
your waving arm
you in a cluster of people
the cluster of people
the harbour
the town
the headland
the coast
and memory
like looking into a lighted grotto
seeing the tableau receding,
becoming distant
becoming a light bulb
eventually a star
among all the stars
identical to all the stars.
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