Fifth Saturday, four days late

Pilings, icicled,

Rise shining out of river,

Smooth in bright sunlight.

Lone runner in red.

Checkerboarded drying path

Between white snowbanks.

Wind blows hard from north,

Sprays sharp froth from curling waves.

Curved bridge sings two notes.

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