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.