to the fisherman
he came unravelling the night of midnight thread
into a darker pile thick like shadow
upon their rocks
casting lines into
reflected neon moonish vibrations
their consciences biting, jumping
aware of this man who
comes with stick and bottle and a glowing
orange diamond in the corner of his mouth
he tosses the stick
throws the bottle back and says
"You have finally come to extinguish my cigarette."
the fishermen
like black irregular lines or breaks
in the typing of the night
watch as he zips
himself away.
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