The runners at San Benedetto. (New poems).(Poem)

 
The runners at San Benedetto 
 
   Two runners are crossing the shore by night: 
   Their sound on sand, their lithe iambics gauge 
   The certainty of arrival and return 
   Before the wide encroachment of the waters 
   Smooths out their footprint frontier. Cloud 
   Keeps dulling the cusps of a moon 
   Just risen. A steadier glow 
   From the endless necklace of the lungomare, 
   A fitful one from the circling beam 
   Of a lighthouse that dapples keels 
   Close-packed, rocking at anchor. 
   For lovers crossing the shore by night, 
   None of this is their concern. They see 
   In the ...