Thirty-ninth Saturday

Fall’s here. Sun’s moved far.

Bench where summer sunshine lay

Now sits in shadow.

Red helicopter

Cuts through empty pale blue sky

Under ghost half-moon.

White gull on piling.

Black cormorant splashes down.

Brown sparrows take off.

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