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Central Park Boat Café
by Carol Bugge

The sunlight sits over the lake
Hovering, a still ball of yellow, a glowing phantom
casting its thin reflection on the cold, ice-capped water
The boats lie abandoned on the bank
Their scarred blue hulls tipped upside down
Rows of summer reminders
While ice chunks float on the silent water
Its stillness unbroken by the sound of oars
or the clatter of voices
A solitary duck paddling in desultory circles
With only the wind to keep it company
The sun dips lower
As the lake watches and waits
For the breath of coming spring

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