Repeating Myself
I’m the only one out here,
The benches all bare,
The sky full of clouds
And a chill in the air.
Yet it’s where I belong
Doing what I must do
And I’m lucky the river
Provides a great view.
Some joggers, some barges,
Some seagulls, some tugs –
A scene likely met with
Some “no big deal” shrugs.
Though I’ve said this before
Many times in a poem
On my bench by the river
I’m happily home.
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