67
Fishing boats
and trawlers,
broken masts
and mains—
68
What’s more
inexhaustible
than what can’t
be controlled?
69
Salt crusts, split beams
and backyard shrines:
ledger of the lost
along the seawall.
70
Every stone
will bear a name,
a list that will
go on and on—
71
Trestle and bridge,
fountain from which
the water has fled:
yet we are all drenched.
72
Someday you’ll go on hands
and knees, peer through
the stained glass of
the miniature church.
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