A little Coast Guard boat just now
Went
chug-chug-chugging by.
It
left behind a wake, above which
Seagulls
like to fly.
Aside
from that, the river’s calm
With
not a tug in sight,
Although
a ferry might come soon,
Their
schedule kept tight.
It’s
chilly so the benches are
Unoccupied
as well,
But
since the sun is shining,
I’ve
been captured by its spell.
I’m
happy to be out here
As
I sit and write this poem,
Knowing
when I’m cold or hungry,
In
five minutes I’ll be home.
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