Thirty-seventh Saturday, one day late

Five geese flying low

Skimming river’s rough surface

Into cold north wind.

Sun slips along path

Sliding post’s shadow on stone:

An unmarked sundial.

Joggers still in shorts,

But dogwalkers wear jackets

And stroller kids, scarves.

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