Thirty-seventh Saturday

Slow slide of gray clouds.

Low sun lighting skyscrapers.

Lone tug slipping south.

Glowing on hilltop

Unbeautiful white tower

Has its moment, too.

Runners gallop by.

Fisherman watching his lines

Pays no attention.

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