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Long Beach, Hekate Under dark She rolls the
waves. She is phosphorus curled inside the
wave That has caught light off the pier's
lights that shine downshore. The waves' skin grey-black from the
sea-floor's soot, and above, Grey-black from the clouded Night. The
Night-clouds that mass and ripple, Hers, Not less than the phosphorus glowing,
curled inside the grey-black waves. . Io Hekate. Todd Jackson