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Gabriola

for Monica

She asks which aspect of the view I like best,

the pines on the foreshore, the point

of rock across the bay, or the

mountains, rain-hidden all day.

She asks this at night when all is dark.

Waves assault the sandstone beach,

wind boxes the trees.

Glass doors retain this lamp-lit room

and two friends at peace.

The rest of the world

beyond me.