The fog horn sings a sorrowful song
Anchored alone
in the sound…
My dreams hear
the melancholy,
Tune it out and
run aground.
Awakened from
my slumber,
The buoy
lulls me back to sleep…
For hours I’ll
think of nothing;
The horn continues
to watch and weep.
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