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The Lighthouse Leaves

“Yes, of course, if it’s fine tomorrow…”

And so, the next day, we went.

But the lighthouse had already left.
No wick-burning, incandescent penal station
for hard-luck keepers.
Instead, we found a young, automated replacement.
Left all alone at Akaroa Heads, the old lighthouse—
French lens; Scottish mechanism; Australian hardwood; Kauri timber—
fell to pieces.

But it took the steep and narrow path to Cemetery Point,
and pulled itself together.

Restlessness is not a desirable quality,
in a lighthouse.

So, it settled closer to the town.

On special occasions, it shines a light                                                     on its own history.