Tenth Saturday, from Shanghai

Cold weekend morning.

I drink hot tea by window.

Seagulls swoop below.

Tourist boats stay docked.

Empty barges cut white wakes,

Heading for their loads.

Tower being built,

Fantastic shape, soaring high.

Gray clouds slide above.

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