You stand where iron arches groan
Count boots that kiss the frozen stone
Each step a coin in copper palm
Winter writes its quiet psalm
Cobblestone toll you keep alone
Lantern swings where gulls have flown
Footsteps fall and footsteps fade
Debt of night by moonlight paid
Salt wind bites your wool-wrapped hands
Ledger lined with graphite strands
Three pence for the baker's boy
Six for sailors home from Troy
Cobblestone toll you keep alone
Lantern swings where gulls have flown
Footsteps fall and footsteps fade
Debt of night by moonlight paid
Fog rolls thick as sailcloth wet
Wraps the arch in silver debt
You know each gait by sound and weight
Lovers' rush and widows' wait
Dawn will find the ledger straight
Cobblestone toll you keep alone
Lantern swings where gulls have flown
Footsteps fall and footsteps fade
Debt of night by moonlight paid
No ship's log marks this harbor trade
Just frost on rail and coins you've made
The light you tended twenty years
Now counts the steps that disappear
Dawn bleeds pale through bridge-hung mist
Final tally in your fist
Last footfall echoes slow and deep
You lock the gate and watch it sleep
Cobblestone toll you keep alone
Lantern swings where gulls have flown
Footsteps fall and footsteps fade
Debt of night by moonlight paid
Last coin drops in frozen tin
Morning breaks the counting din
Lamp wick trimmed for one more night
Harbor silence, harbor light