Forty-first Saturday, one week late

(Because I forgot to post these, sorry!)

Golden-lit towers.

Charcoal clouds sliding behind,

River rippling past.

Pilings in shadows.

Gulls unseat one another.

Ferry pulls from dock.

Siren in distance.

Stoplight changes, cars roar by.

Traffic stops. Silence.

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