A dozen seagulls
Float calmly on glass water
Pecking at breakfast.
Three Brant geese fly by,
Shadows splayed on river’s blue,
Disappear at pier.
Single mallard swims.
Female left with another.
An old, sad story.
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Sixth Saturday
Fifth Saturday
Sky’s furrowed cloud bank
Echoing river’s ripples.
Water’s white and blue.
Ghostly half-moon hangs,
High over far shore’s towers.
Foreign planetscape.
Seagull tips his wings,
Floats low over piling field,
Circles in to perch.
Fourth Saturday
Wind gusts, tires’ chains clink,
Snow tapping on jacket’s hood,
Snowplow’s mighty roar.
Horizontal rail,
Slanted snow, roiling river,
Twirling windborne leaf.
Sledding children laugh,
Spin down pine grove’s slippery hill,
Tumble into drift.
Third Saturday, two days late
Drops begin to splash.
Gray coagulating mist
Splattering pavement.
Bright painted ferry
Plows down river through thick fog.
Red and yellow ghost.
Rain stops, clouds break up.
Town-crier seagull flaps north.
Blue sky is announced.
Second Saturday
Tower on far bank
Glows in shaft of morning sun
Against charcoal sky.
Tide at highest point.
Just twelve pilings visible.
Hundreds more submerged.
No ships. Slow south wind.
Long low swells slide into shore,
Slip along seawall.
First Saturday, six days late
Betcha thought I didn’t do these, huh? I did. But I lost them. But I found them. Just in time to post them before this week’s!
Blue and white striped tug,
Black tires nailed to painted hull,
Frothy wake behind.
Tide’s out, river’s low.
On pilings, flock of seagulls
Sit like sentinels.
Cormorant pops up.
Looks left, right. Nothing to see.
Arcs and dives again.
Fiftieth Saturday, one day late
Pair of soccer balls Float slowly on river's glass, Glow in morning sun. Two paddling gadwalls Slicing through waveless water Raising tiny wake. Long low swell rolls in, Angles against seawall, breaks, Single wave rolls out. And don't forget your 2016 SJ Rozan Calendars! Perfect for every room in your house. Also, your friends' houses. Every room.
Forty-ninth Saturday
On wrinkled river Helicopter's shadow slides, Ferry's white wake froths. Tall construction crane Looms over trees, low buildings: Iron dinosaur. Dog jumps on next bench, Sticks cold nose in hand, wags tail, Refuses to leave. And don't forget your 2016 Calendars!
Forty-eighth Saturday
Glassy high water. Cormorants flap drying wings. Pilings stand like reeds. Neighbor stops to chat. Tourists photograph the sky. Runner slaps on past. Small tug, little barge, Inching by at turtle speed, Barely leaving wake. And don't forget your Five Snouts of Mongolia, Flowers, and Travel Calendars for 2016!
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.
