at last a warm evening ...
the first of hopefully many.
old downtown behind Main.
Meri, Catherine and i take a table.
birds overhead call each other.
making a point. put on a show.
i know they do. it's how they go.
as water lightly rolls down the river.
the birds crowd each other.
that's a seagull's life.
boats are coming in;
the afternoon's over.
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