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.