Quiet gray river
Two ferries too far to hear
Raise frothy white wakes
Brant geese flock swims by
Stops to breakfast at seawall
Gull swoops down to watch
Joggers’ bright shirts glow
Red, blue, yellow, acid green
In foggy morning
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Green swells roll slowly,
Lap up seawall, slide away,
Dotted with raindrops.
Gulls circle, swoop, land.
Cormorant pops up with fish.
Starlings fly above.
Blue lights on railing.
Snow on branches, walkway, grass.
Red life preserver.
Windy day haiku
Strong sharp wind from north.
Seagull fighting against it
Makes little headway.
Peaked waves on river,
Reflecting blue sky, pink clouds,
Rolling toward seawall.
Wavelets roil, throw spray.
White bursts jumping into air.
Tiny volcanoes.
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Twenty-second Saturday, five days late
Slap-footed jogger,
Dogs panting, leashes clinking,
Robins twittering.
Ripples on river
Part around glass-surfaced pool
Just past piling field.
Patrol boat zips by.
Much later, wake’s waves roll in.
Water slides up wall.
Nineteenth Saturday
Across the river
Streetlamps glow into gray day.
Single red light blinks.
Ferry churns thick wake
Passing before sharp white tents
Against green hillside.
Water laps seawall.
Runners’ feet slap stone pathway.
Fog melts towers’ tops.
Sixteenth Saturday, two days late
Brant geese at pilings
Fattening for the trip north
Speed-eating that moss.
Sharp contrail in sky
Cuts across thin smudgy clouds —
Chalk line on blackboard.
Construction cranes still
Scattered on far shore’s skyline
At resting angles.
Fifteenth Saturday, six days late
Small swells lift water.
No ships disturb smooth surface.
High tide hides pilings.
Gray sky, gray river.
Flat light coaxes colors out.
Red brick, yellow stone.
Cormorant flies off
Leaving fishing ground behind,
Belly full, wings dry.
Thirteenth Saturday
Seagull circles, lands,
Pecks at food scrap, changes mind,
Floats on rippling waves.
Second gull soars in,
Tries same scrap. Same opinion.
Bobs beside his bud.
Big blackback swoops down.
Others lift off, flap away.
Empty kingdom’s his.
Twelfth Saturday
Pearl water reflects
Red rim surrounding far clock,
Palest blue of sky.
Looking for breakfast
Geese zig-zag through piling field.
Slow-motion pinball.
In sunlight spotlight
Tanker powers upriver.
Two white gulls follow.
Eleventh Saturday, from Independence, Ohio
Cardinal on branch.
Flock of starlings invades tree.
Red blur streaks away.
Granulated frost
Dusting cars in parking lot,
Vanishing in sun.
Traffic whizzing by.
Cars’ long shadows race ahead,
Slicing through morning.
