Near the lighthouse lapped by pavements,
concrete tides that never turn.
Beam falls over terraced houses
stern stone walls and waving ferns.
Restless sea is jagged by boulders,
dark forms shadow distant ships.
Each gashed below its groaning anchor,
rigging trails through foaming tips.
There’s talk of moving stone by stone ,
but not from those late out on roads.
A silver bright fluorescent glow,
Casts shadows down to distant shores.