Seventh Saturday

Five sleeping brown geese

Rise and fall with water’s swell

Each on its own floe.

Wide white field of ice

Stretching into dark river

Under pale gray sky.

Crossing lowered clouds:

Helicopter, seagull, hawk.

Sky’s full, then empty.

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