Forty-fourth Saturday, one week late*

On flat gray river

Under rumpled silver clouds

Three white kayaks speed.

Trees turn yellow-green,

Gold, orange, brown. On far shore,

Single maple’s red.

Marathon rally.

Loud music. Passing joggers

Adjust steps’ rhythm.

*I know there’s one missing, from Shanghai. It will turn up.

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