Unedited Poem #13: Horizon

on

even when the sky is at its darkest,

even when sea and storm rage 

against the shore,

you can still see–

always see–

the inky line 

of the horizon 

winking,

as if it knows

of a soon-coming 

light despite

the blackest night.

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