Right Here
The garbage barge is floating large,
A tugboat smoothly towing.
The seagulls swoop, a noisy group,
To follow where it’s going.
I sit and stare, quite unaware
Of who might pass behind me,
But those who know where I might go
Would very quickly find me.
Unless it’s wet or winter’s net
Has trapped me and it’s freezing,
I’ll be right here, the river near,
To all my senses pleasing.
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