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          Westcliff - November

I stood and looked above at the night sky

          Hoping I'd see heaven's door

          Radiant as we did before

In Fenwick, when we marvelled, you and I

That there could be so many stars up there

          Jostling to be observed,

          Where constellations were absorbed

Within one great multitude of rare

Perfections; where each tiny point of light

          Masks a galaxy of power

          Pulsating in its autumnal bower

Across the milky way into the night.

But here, the lights along the river shroud

          All but the brightest few

          And the old moon's waning hue

Is hardly noticed lurking in the cloud.

Brian Hick November 2011

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