The midnight sun greets each sailor
lost at sea, searching for a port sheltered from
the wind-swept ocean off the coast of Brimnes.

A swell battering against the hull…

Ancient trees, glued together, forming
the skeleton of my vessel
cracking and swaying

its moan echoes across the ocean
the lighted gateway
shimmers across the black onyx ocean top.

From Salem to Brimnes
the waves gain strength across the Atlantic
disturbing the fragile coast

causing the puffins to migrate further south
to the grand cliffs.

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