Blue-and-white striped tug, Black tires nailed to painted hull, Frothy wake behind. Tide out, river calm. Dots of seagulls, rolling waves, Sentinel pilings. Cormorant pops up, Looks left, right, nothing to see, Arcs and dives again.
Forty-seventh Saturday
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/ Tags: haiku, hudson river, sj rozan
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