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">The Ocean, after all, had battered these BricksSince 1870.But Hatteras Light was Drowning. And the 20th Century Needed to Save It.Before the Millennium Turned the Lights Off. Of Course!(Remember the Impending Doom of The Year 2000?)Please, keep the Lights on Forever.I’ll be back, Without Another Thought.Except, perhaps, of how much I NeedTo Bathe in Your Light Again.</article></body>

Hatteras Light

A Poem

If I Thought about It

Tourists might weasel their way into my Dreams.

Full Summer. Sweaty. Stinky.

In their basketball shorts, knock-off Birkies (and Shower Shoes!) plus college-branded Gimme Caps.

If I Really Thought about It

I might also (Perhaps? Possibly?) see the real Light of this Situation

and

Marvel at a mind-bending engineering Miracle.

Please tell me who, in 1999, Thought to scoot

close to 5,000 tons of Brick and History

about 2,900 feet down the beach and up away from

Mama Atlantic?

Just lift it all up. And haul it Away from the Pummeling, Pushing, Pulling, Surging, Swelling Surf.

The Ocean, after all, had battered these Bricks

Since 1870.

But Hatteras Light was Drowning. And the 20th Century Needed to Save It.

Before the Millennium Turned the Lights Off. Of Course!

(Remember the Impending Doom of The Year 2000?)

Please, keep the Lights on Forever.

I’ll be back, Without Another Thought.

Except, perhaps, of how much I Need

To Bathe in Your Light Again.