When that beam of light
came passing over the sea
I as a whiteness
was revealed in the dark, and then
I saw I was all alone. In the darkened fields
the very faintly burning
lights of the houses—
ah, they are more frail even
than the glowing of fireflies.
How far
will that wild duck still go
through evening waves
swollen in the open sea
where it struggles on alone?
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