Fortieth Saturday

Fog fades far shoreline.

Clock tower stands forward, dark,

Solid against ghosts.

Four cormorants fly

In high straight line heading south

Black on silver sky.

Rustle in branches.

Sparrow flock has discovered

Ripening berries.

And more haiku for you.

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