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Galiano

Mist threads through cedar,

the tide speaks in slow vowels.

A single lamp burns on the dock-

a language of waiting.

The rocks remember glaciers,

the gulls recite them aloud.

Somewhere a ferry hums

like an old psalm leaving shore.

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