Fifteenth Saturday

Water’s glass surface

Rises up in rolling swells,

Smooths itself again.

Pastel images

Of opposite shore’s towers

In river’s mirror.

Copter chops through sky

Briefly silencing “feed me!”

From newborn grackle.

And more haiku if you need them.

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