This feast of a day on the river
is heavily salted with gulls.
And the leaf-pared birch on the shoreline
is lightly peppered with crows,
And from dawn’s appetizer
to the entree of noon,
to the hungering sweetness
of twilight’s dessert.
All is perfectly seasoned,
everything, everywhere,
perfectly seasoned with sun.
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