The Fishing Port at Night

,

not me! you said
the port,
all the fishing port tonight.

the twilight in
your favourite place
not me!

you said.
last light
on the fishing port

how could we know?
that night, was
the last night light

to shine
on us
the blue of our twilight

© 2015 Melinda Irvine

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