winter at Ruckle Park
campers recede
into rented addresses
on the mainland
the ranger draws solitaire
in his kerosene hut
while you and I
reach Beaver Point
a chill dropping
from Garry oaks
as waves swirl
volcanic outcrops
tidal pools
the only other human story present
the couple bronzed and glinting
on a bench looking out
across the strait
Margaret and David Peters
three years separating their passing
the blessing they share
it is not mere retrospect to tell
what surely they lived:
all the ways to sit
(and) with
to see love
(and) through
to know
(and) beyond
one another’s shores
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What a beautiful way to pay tribute to this couple, their life and love.
Lovely.