BAILEY’S HARBOR
Ninety-seven steps
in an eighty-nine-foot
Beacon.
The night sky
clear
the wind swirls.
The light of the half-moon
shimmers off
the restless lake
like drips
of flamed
stars.
Silvery froth
reflects the moonlight
back to the sky,
illuminating
a bank
of clouds.
The fringe
of a storm
on the horizon
soaking canvas sails
entering
Michigan’s
edges.
BAILEY’S HARBORNinety-seven stepsin an eighty-nine-foot Beacon.The night sky clearthe wind swirls.The light of the half-moonshimmers offthe restless lakelike drips of flamedstars.Silvery frothreflects the moonlightback to the sky,illuminatinga bank of clouds.The fringeof a stormon the horizonsoaking canvas sailsenteringMichigan’s edges.
By
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Outside My Window 
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