The ship lowers its anchor.
The hearts of the seamen also lower their anchors.

From the freshwater, seagulls greet the creaking halyards.
Fish come near the bilge hole.

The captain changes his suit dyed by the salt winds and goes ashore.
It gets so that even after nightfall he seldom returns.
How many more oyster shells have grown on the hull already?

Each time the dusk thickens,
his son, a sailor, alone lights the blue lamp at the bowsprit.