Issue 13, Summer 1956
After we fled away from the shuddering dock.
The sea upheld us, would not let us go
Nor drown us, and we danced all night in the dark.
Till we woke to discover the deck was made of glass,
All glass, and, leaning together, we lovers looked down,
Say a hundred miles, say a million years, and there
Were the fish, huge, munching, graceless, flashing
Their innocent frightening scales in the dark!