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Four trucks parked on either side of a narrow street.
Electrical repair, plumbing, appliance delivery.

It's trash pickup day, and the city RCV can't seem
to navigate its usual route. It backs up and out
the other end.

Meanwhile, despite little rain, on 49th and several 
intersections, signs of coastal flood warning. 

Morning like a damp washcloth on your temples.

Mist in the air, all day the intermittent 
drizzle. 

Someone sights a line of pelicans 
flying alongside the wind. 

Look up, look up, how their wings
litter the sky.