Thirty-sixth Saturday, twenty-one days late

 

 

Sparrow on railing

Drops down, hides behind seawall

Until runner’s gone.

 

Park’s grass is still green

But in canopy above

Leaf tips turning brown.

 

White gulls, still water,

Smudged pale cotton clouds, blue sky,

Gray slate, black shadows.

 

 

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