Eighth Saturday

White ice, gray water,

Racing north through dark morning,

Striping the river.

Cotton cloud of steam

Stretches into pale pearl sky,

Thins and disappears.

Bright dots on far shore.

Streetlights not yet extinguished

Glow into the day.

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