Fifth Saturday

River’s a mirror.

Red-and-tan tug looks spiffy

Upright, upside down.

Two mallards slice V’s

Landing on glassy water.

Buffleheads stare, dive.

Raggedy ice floe

Drifting north on smooth current

Nudges at pilings.

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