On The Breakwater

 On the breakwater in the summer dark, a man and a
 girl are sitting,
She across his knee and they are looking face into face
Talking to each other without words, singing rythms in
 silence to each other.

A funnel of white ranges the blue dusk from an out-
 going boat,
Playing its searchlight, puzzled, abrupt, over a streak of
 green,
And two on the breakwater keep their silence, she on his
 knee.

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