Forty-sixth Saturday, eight days late

These were lost, but now they're found.

Whitecaps race downstream.
Strong wind blows across current.
Tea goes cold quickly.

Corrugated clouds,
Sharp-edged, fast-moving water,
Bright light in slices.

Fast flash against gray:
On ferry terminal roof,
Ridges have caught sun.

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