Forty-ninth Saturday

Gull swoops on pilings.

Wheels over empty dozens,

Evicts other gull.

Breeze ripples puddles

On bench’s smooth wooden slats

Wet from last night’s rain.

Gray pigeon, green head,

Dips under steel pipe railing.

Wind lifts his feathers.

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