Tenth Saturday

Three crows heading west.

Gull soars, dips, circles beneath.

They fly like arrows.

Across the river,

Dusting roofs, ledges, hillside:

Powdered sugar snow.

Cloudless bright blue sky.

Icy wind, choppy water.

Steady beaming sun.

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