Ninth Saturday

Waves rising, falling.

Black and white buffleheads bob

Like carousel ducks.

Seagull soars. High tide:

Not many piling perches.

Finally, one’s found.

Bright sun, but no warmth,

Cold wind rushing from the north.

Winter won’t give up.

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