HAMILTON BAY

The night is dark as a pupil. I seem to see
Her corneas, luminous as brown searchlights,
Looming across the bay.

                                     On the other side
She waits -- arms out --

Can I but get across. The water is filthy, cold and deep.
I must begin to swim across -- naked as I am --
Before a final sleep.

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