Songs From the Shore; 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 rhythms 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.