Refuge
Whitecaps on the river;
White clouds in the sky.
I’m sitting on a bench with winds
That billow from on high.
While joggers pass behind me
And bikers pump their knees,
Some dogs on leashes strut their stuff
As I enjoy the breeze.
There’s sparkle on the water
And sunshine in the air;
I’ve things I should be doing
But for now, I just don’t care.
This promenade’s my refuge,
To settle and unwind,
A place to find a little peace
And leave my cares behind.
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