Forty-ninth Saturday

Corrugated waves,

Square sharp-sided skyscrapers,

Velvet purple clouds.

Three seagulls glide by.

Flapping hard the other way,

One heads into wind.

Trees on far shore bare,

Revealing three brick buildings

Like winter flowers.

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