Cut Asunder By the Strait

 Cut Asunder By the Strait

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Cut asunder by the strait.

First cousin to Victoria,

Port Angeles perches on the edge

            Of bluff outlook.

Fishing boats nudge creosote piers,

            Freighters from Japan gulp logs.

Across the salt sea sits the Queen;

            Anglophiles all, we love her.

The lighthouse blinks steady kisses.

Gulls scree into the all-around.

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