Can Words Be Lonely As A Place Poem by Dan Hanosh

The revolving strobe of the lighthouse
dances brightly against the rocky coast
and out of the salty surf rises the rough
rigid rocks from beneath the waters
of the bay a crusty crib cradles its only
child with an island of silt and rock
the oceans mightiest efforts continually
challenge its engineering prowess pounding
pounding

its once stout walls crumble rust stained
brown the crimson roofs faded pink
a tattered shred of flag flaps above the
peeling white paint rope-less clothes poles
tilt worn and weak waiting and the light
still revolves in the night and yet the
darkened door remains solidly closed
forever... now I ask you can words
be lonely as a place.