Sixth Saturday, one day late

Pilings, icicled,

Rise shining out of river,

White in bright sunlight.

Gull on gray ice floe

Standing on two orange feet

Flaps black wings, lifts off.

Tower’s reflection

Floats toward near shore, retreats back,

As swells rise and fall.

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