Twentieth Saturday

Gray glassy water.

Red Coke can floats placidly

Between brown pilings.

Single male mallard,

Without a mate this season,

Nibbling at the moss.

Some bird I don’t know

Sings three notes. Repeats. Again.

I’ve never found it.

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