The windows of the lighthouse tower
have red sills.
The parapet’s railing is painted red.
Red are the bars between the panes of storm glass
around the lantern room.
Red is this lighthouse’s daymark.
The lighthouse keeper is old.
Every day he climbs forty-five spiral steps
to the lantern room.
Every day he scrapes a crust of salt
from the storm-glass windows.
He tends the great lamp.
He oils the chariot in which the lens rides around the lantern room.
The lighthouse keeper lives alone
except for a broken-winged pelican he rescued
which can no longer fly;
except for the foxes who come at night
to drink the milk he leaves out.
The lighthouse keeper lives alone
except for all the ships that pass by night
by day in the fog (it’s often foggy here)
by storm.
All the ships that bless him in their passing.
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