Nifty

My mind is filled with thinking. My belly’s filled with food. My body may be shrinking But today I will not brood. I’m sitting where it’s shady With the river at my feet, Just a New York City lady With no deadlines I must meet. A fireboat goes zipping, Leaving foam within its wake. The joggers’ sweat is dripping; Running now is a mistake. I come to my conclusions When I’m calm and have the time, Giving in to the illusions They will make a nifty rhyme.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/18/2021 4:14:00 PM

I love it that you have this kind of time "Just a New York City lady With no deadlines I must meet." - It is marvelous!

Terry Flood

Date: 7/15/2021 12:52:00 PM

I get my writing ideas away from the keyboard. Often writing entire poems in my head and hoping to remember them for typing up later. You’re going to suggest a notepad, aren’t you? A nice nifty rhyme... just as I’ve come to expect from you, Ilene. Terry

Rico Leffanta

Date: 7/15/2021 11:49:00 AM

I immediately thought of you whilst watching the news last night and hope you were not sitting there covered with Johnson & Johnson's Aveeno or Neutrogena sunscreen!