a beacon written away
the old lighthouse is dark now. a ghost light appears on some holidays. most likely kids shining a flashlight beam at the top of the light for the tourists. the metallic ring of a bell in the harbor and the light disappears. a hundred and seventy five years ago the ghost was flesh and blood. the face of the old keeper looks lost now. a statue is all he is. the oil house is gone and there is nothing left to do.
longings
the way a ships lights
blink in a storm
Most likely will never be ‘published’!
Michael Rehling 
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#Haiku Happenings #5: Michael Rehling’s #haibun 45!