First Saturday

Helicopter, low,

Slinking under folded clouds,

Thumping upriver.

Runner’s orange shirt

Circles beneath pier’s white tent,

Bounces back inland.

Hilltop houses glow —

Sun striking through hole in clouds.

Shoreline’s in shadow.

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