Sunday Scene

The tugboats in the river chug While motorboats bounce by. The dogs on leashes sniff the ground And pigeons peck or fly. The children with their helmets on Give training wheels a whirl While grown-ups check their phones Or let their newspapers unfurl. A gentle breeze allows the flags To flutter, flap and dance As shirtless men soak up the sun And no one looks askance. I sit here on a bench, relaxed, Content to be outside To jot these thoughts in comfort Since I’ve all this time to bide.