Nightfall at Hall's Harbour

The sun is dancing on the water, while soft voices
filter up from the beach.
Shrill voices of children ring
from the far bank.
For a moment the sun holds still ...
holds my breath,
then hauls in its net of gold across the water,
and slips away (to China I suppose).
The voices of the children fade
as they are whisked off to bed.

A dog barking fills the empty space.

Harbourlights take up the waterdance and
night creeps in like a thief.
You bring me ice cream smiling
from Fred's Store,
while the sea whispers fitfully in
the children's dreams.

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