River Musings
Canopy of blue above me,
Cirrus clouds, like mist on high;
Ripples dapple down the river,
Tiny whitecaps drift on by.
Distant cars flash ‘cross the bridges,
Airplanes glide as smooth as glass;
Joggers bounce on brand-new sneakers,
Seagulls swoop with grace and sass.
Tranquil breezes ruffle weedlings
Sprouting in the sidewalk cracks;
Children pedal bikes in training,
Anxious parents at their backs.
Flag across the water flutters,
Pigeons perch upon the rail;
River traffic’s non-existent –
Not a motor, tug or sail.
Easter Sunday in Manhattan
Is as peaceful as they come.
Gone is all the noise and hubbub;
Missing is the normal thrum.
Sitting quiet in the sunshine,
Soaking up the springtime air,
I’m content to pass the hour
In a mood relaxed and rare.
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