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Once I visualized a naked light
moths encircling
far from sight
on Botany Bay then Sydney heads
where blues, whites
and colorful reds
were scattered by tankers
streaming past
above the boy
his boat at full mast
both drowning out
an old mans cast
for fish, bait
or even weed
the night flowing over this complex scene

I painted a picture
yet the ends never met
as the darkness erased
a trawlers net
from far above I watched
as that naked light
drank in the beauty
of the Sydney heads at night