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Sixteenth Sunday
Put it down to the exuberance of spring:
I.
Two white kayaks race,
Pass each other, pass again.
Blue one floats behind.
Tide turning. No wind.
Midstream, debris hurtles south.
Near, sails slowly north.
In glassy river
Waterfront skyscrapers gleam.
Perfect. Upside down.
II.
Announcing himself
In city tree, mockingbird
Imitates cell phone.
Spring just got here! How,
In garden beside highway,
Daffodils gone by?
Writer drinks tea, waits
(Novel past deadline, not done)
For sight of cruise ship.
I.
Two white kayaks race,
Pass each other, pass again.
Blue one floats behind.
Tide turning. No wind.
Midstream, debris hurtles south.
Near, sails slowly north.
In glassy river
Waterfront skyscrapers gleam.
Perfect. Upside down.
II.
Announcing himself
In city tree, mockingbird
Imitates cell phone.
Spring just got here! How,
In garden beside highway,
Daffodils gone by?
Writer drinks tea, waits
(Novel past deadline, not done)
For sight of cruise ship.
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