A cloud of gulls passed over Back Bay
this morning.
Nothing unusual.
Riding the wind they resembled a tornado
the way they wheeled and spiraled;
out above the brown grass and driftwood
sticking out of the snow,
tidal flats
and shimmering pools.
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Sixteen Canadian Geese
stopped by for lunch today
on their way home from winter vacation.
Nothing much to say
but when they left,
Oh…my!
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The sun blasted my window this morning
at 6:30 am.
Zero to twenty the radio said.
Cold.
A fine day for walking and thinking;
waiting and hoping
for something to happen,
a reason to get excited.