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Nifty
My mind is filled with thinking.
My belly’s filled with food.
My body may be shrinking
But today I will not brood.
I’m sitting where it’s shady
With the river at my feet,
Just a New York City lady
With no deadlines I must meet.
A fireboat goes zipping,
Leaving foam within its wake.
The joggers’ sweat is dripping;
Running now is a mistake.
I come to my conclusions
When I’m calm and have the time,
Giving in to the illusions
They will make a nifty rhyme.
Copyright ©
Ilene Bauer
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