shrimping boats are late today
swift mischief or stubborn sea
lost beneath the tide
The shrimping boats are late today;
The dusk has caught them cold.
Swift darkness gathers up the sun,
And all the beckoning gold
That guides them safely into port
Is lost beneath the tide.
Now the lean moon swings overhead,
And Venus, salty-eyed.
They will be late an hour or more,
The fishermen, blaming dark’s
Swift mischief or the stubborn sea,
But as their lanterns’ sparks
Ride shoreward at the foam’s white rim,
Until they reach the pier
I cannot say if their catch is shrimp,
Or fireflies burning clear.
Nocturne: Georgia Coast by Daniel Whitehead Hicky as published in Poems of Daniel Whitehead Hicky by Daniel Whitehead Hicky (Atlanta : Cherokee Pub. Co.: Atlanta, 1975).
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