Inshore, a meteor; he leaves her to learn
She sits at his table and waits for him to return
The moon rings; the harbour sings in quays and in bars
The chords of the freight trains, the beat of the spars
Nav lights, boat bites, sea lions and gulls
Hissing like sherbet, the water against the hull
Rust red overhead, the bridge waves them through
Between the white sail and the scattering blue
Tired, anchored, alone in the bay
He wakes her to tell her the fog has all blown away
One dress lighter she walks from the yacht
Retracing her steps and breaking the knot